The Little Devil

By: Daddy Deadbeat

 

 As my torture sets itself in,

I prepare myself to live real thin...

My spine tingles right before it snaps,

Caught to death in one of lust's traps...

My spirit will rise, my mind will awake,

It will be feelings that know the lonely ache...

My blood does boil as my soul flies too low,

Knowing the moment is over but still marching slow...

The savior will drench me to carry my dread,

Only if I let go will I ever be dead...

Find myself Im falling too fast,

Trying to end what I want to last...

As my heart pops, one big explosion,

A fatal trip such strange direction what fun...

My ship won't sail, my wave won't crest,

Unless you happen to peak my best...

Most will try and all must fail,

For my heart is held up, and not easily hailed.

Steadfast my trouble does toil and double,

Feel it shrinking closed in on my bubble...

The wreck has succumbed, the dreary must sleep,

Fear not for me as I end with no weep...

Evil hath risen and fallen for me,

The embrace of The Wicked, a game I can't see...

That is the type of soul I do reap,

I don't play often but always for keep.