Devil's Den

I am captured in a dark den

To get rid of a bured

Pushing myself back and forth

Fo know what its worth

Devil was my passion

A long past tension 

It was meaningless and 

It ended up like this

Devil captured my soul

And make it whorl

Like a sphere 

And rotate it round

Devil had my control

To make me move and have control of my feet

To help me locate my broken teeth

Devil eats my sadness and

Craves for my loneliness

Devil provokes me to make a bad decision

And get a good provision

And that nasty provocation makes me spineless

Devil curtails my mind 

And elevates my table of sins

It makes me feel nervous

And suffer from Parkinson 

And deadly disease

Devil nurtures my unfulfilled habits

To get its wish fulfilled

It eats my worthy habits

To get my good deeds killed