The Devil is in my head
In my room and in my bed
He won't leave
Until I deceive
He set my soul on fire
Killing is now my desire
Where is everyone by the way
I need to kill everyday
There is no time for love
Until there is no one left to shove
I try to kill myself but he won't let me
Because if I die so does he
I have burnt churches down
On my face there is no frown
Only the Devil can keep me down
What is next I cannot say
Maybe he will leave someday
I have killed all who stand in my way
No one is left in this stupid world
I just want to fade away
When will he go away
No one left to kill
No one left to take my will
Satan owns everything now
I don't think I'll ever heal
The Devil is inside of me I can feel
Death has finally arrived
I wrote this poem one night when I was in a hell raising mood. I feel like the Devil is in my head very often. How else would these thoughts come into my head???
