I don't whimper, as I hear a knock at the door.
It's not Mr. Suicide. Not like it was before.
I stare and wish, that it was him again.
This time its something worse, I was different then.
I sit in the cornner, knees pulled to my chest.
I know what he wants, someone to carry on his quest.
Theres something more to it, and now I see.
I've been on the wrong path, and now he wants me.
I'm not afraid. But I don't want to play out his role.
I lost faith in God, and now the Devil is here to take hold.
I let one tear fall, but not out of dispair,
Looking back on who I was, I began to compare.
What shocks me the most, is that I'm not in fear.
Shouldn't I be though? After all, Satan is here.
I won't kick, and I won't struggle. Don't expect me to put up a fight.
He's taunting me through the door, saying he has a better light.
He says its more truthful, and it suits me better.
He says I've earned it, and I am quite the sinner.
He's saying I can wear it, it shows all of my real flaws.
All he needs is my word, but I still pause.
I begin to form thoughts, ones I should resist.
The tear turns to blood, and draws attention to my wrists.
I start to give in, walking towards the door.
I can't hide this time. Not like before.
So soothing and calm, I felt as he spoke,
Like I was a new person, there was chaos to provoke.
He's proud of my work, and it made me worthy of his presence.
The demented work of my insides, is what he represents.
He tells me he likes me, that I can do him some good,
I don't run away, even though I should.
He admires this, and says it shows the real me,
He appreciates the darkness,that not everyone can see.
I'm growing tired, he can tell by each minute.
He can make me better, says I can finish it.
The words fly out, like a complex melody,
It lulls me to new hights, how can this be?
I question his arrival, and he says I'm here for his deeds.
That there are others like me below, that share the same needs.
I take comfort in that, knowing I'm not alone.
At this point its tempting, to take his hand and go.
He says he can turn, all of my cold blood into warmth,
All I have to do is follow, accept who I am and step forth.
He wondered for a while, but now he is sure,
That my soul is now black, and no longer pure.
Heaven slammed its gates, and God shook his head.
But the Devil understands me, and how I want to be dead.
He knows all my games, and the taste of the bullet I bit.
He knows what it feels like, to let go of your grip.
My hand is on the door handle, more tears are coming out.
He's reminding me of the times, God ignored me with doubt.
How the creator of Earth, forgot half of his children.
This one wants to die, we all want to burn.
Why did he make me think, in such a horrible way?
He made me want, to have a go at the Devil's game.
So here I go, watch me roll the dice.
Are you happy God? Abandoning me came at a price.
I'm sorry for my faults, their just who I am.
When I needed you, I begged and I ran.
It's time to let go, as I watch my hope sore.
I see my burning future, as I open the door...
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