“The devil in disguise”
I wrote about monsters ever since I was a kid
Some hid under my bed; some haunted all the dead ends
Shadows lured in corners, but light would make them go away
The darkness scared me, but the words scared me more- all what people would say
You can’t ever know what words they are going to throw, so you can never take a dive
All those words get to your head; all those words that make it hard to stay alive
I was stupid enough to think that words alone could mess up your mind
The silence is a heavier bullet, it blocks you up inside
What can words do except wound and heal?
The walk of the devil, and his presence, are what’s creepy
For his skin is not red, but his aura is blood bright
For he is a monster, with no claws, no knife
His stare is enough to suffocate you,
And it makes you want to die;
Yet you remain frozen under his eyes
Foolish I was to think that he would tell me his next move,
As a good killer never says, “I am going to kill you.”
He grips and chokes before you even get a clue
Yet I live to tell his tale, enjoyed by most ears
For they don’t realize his secret; it is just fun and play for his peers
You see the devil doesn’t look ugly; he is just rotten from the core
He pushes and pushes and pushes me till an edge is no more
I am hoping You will catch me, oh my Lord
They say that an oppressed woman’s sigh reaches the skies
So, I beg you, my lord, “Save me from the devil, from the devil in disguise.”