-By Akash Sandhu
I feel the devil sitting on my shoulder, Whom every man considers an ill omen. I feel my house burning in a fire, And all I can do is write a poem.
I feel the devil's whispers in my ear, Which tells me to do something bad.
I feel the devil's whispers in my ear, Which tells me to do something bad. I feel the darkness coming closer, And I don’t even know how to be mad.
I feel the devil's spear pricking my neck, Punishing me for all my sins. I feel the tarots torn on the deck, And all I can do is grin.
I feel his presence growing, The hope in me has started to melt. I feel that my freedom ending, And I can't even cry for help.