The devil's lair
I am a wolf in sheep skin, A master of disguise, I may look like kith or kin, But do you know what's inside? A sack of bones, tissue and blood, Diseased with pain, darkness and despair, Covered in dirt and stomped into mud, To see me you’ll have to enter… The Devil‘s Lair. For here it’s not just chaos, nor insanity, Here I am helpless and will always be alone, And my soul is cursed to pits so fiery, But always frozen to the bone. But I don’t burn to nothingness, I won't ever get released, I was forgotten, passed over, never to be blessed, Now I can’t be cleansed and won’t ever know peace. I walk this world alone, from birth to blessed death, Try to shine her light around so no one sees my awful curse, I come and tug, I help you stand, and to your new path I led, And eventually though crudely made, I’ll lay down in my bed. There I’ll reminisce and reflect on what was done, Who did I harm, what did I achieve, And flames will rise and once more I’ll go, To the only place that
