| Alright! It's time to put you all at ease. I am *not*, nor have I ever been, a satanist. When I was in highschool, and sometimes now but not as often, adults didn't quite approve of me. I've heard so many times... over and over and over... that I'm the devil's child. Some just because of what I wear. Black being an evil color of course. Badbadbad. And because I didn't smile all that much. So basically I looked like a black wearing, mean looking child. So I *must* have been a satanist of course! At least that's how they think the game's played. And as stupid as I think it is now, I started believing them. I played along. I acted as the evil, mysterious devil's child for a while. And during that short run, I wrote 'Devil's Shadow'. |
| The devil lay with me Creeping through my soul Using my weakness of lust To grab hold And mold Fix my shape Change my face Leaving nothing but my name And empty space Cover me with a shroud Blackness enter like the night Closing out the crowd Ebbing out the light He comes for me Reaching into my darkest spots And taking control of my mind My heart My soul And turning them pure black Like his shadow As dark as a bottomless pit Dark as the night sky without the view of heaven's light And as dark as the mirror in my eyes That shows my true emotions The same dark spot that lets the shadow enter And never leave again |
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