Got satan at my door
He's disguised as an angel
But I know all he wants is gore
Got my head on the floor
He pushed me to side,
Looked me in my eyes
And slowly whispered, "let me in"
He said I won't cause no harm, that was a lie
Fucked up everyone I liked,
Didn't even get to say good bye
Not I've got satan by my side
The fallen angel that cries; every night
He says all are gonna leave
I know all he does is manipulate me
But nonetheless I agree
He promised me a million infinities
He talks like a paradox
And marked my brain which he conquered
He knows the picture I keep in my locket
Soon discovered all my deepest pits of hells
He's sly as a serpent
Got my soul to ask my skin,
the secret of my wound's fast healing
Don't know what's come over me,
I've never felt so fire and free
I stand in front of the mirror to see
But why do I look like I killed me
Once again the door bell rings
I mistook it to be him
My hazy brain made it blurry
There was no satan at my door
it was just my alter ego
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
