To the Black Devil

A black train of infernal dust
Spreads its sticky and clinging crust.
I strive to move with all my might—
But again I’m dragged down by filth and blight.

I’ve forgotten even my name,
My mind they seek to crush with shame.
To taint, devalue, and disgrace,
With pitiful lies — defile my sacred space.

To rip from a child’s heart, cold and bare,
The innocent light that flickers there.
And use it to gorge till they’re fed
On vengeance and pain—like a shield instead.

To make me suffer a thousandfold,
To see me choke in wounds grown old.
To make revenge more vivid, more sweet,
To feed a tyrant’s cruel deceit.

All inside is hollow, fake—
Endless masks, a vile mistake.
Only fear, only pain, lurking danger—
Each day dressed in a gamer’s stranger.

Psychopathy, a devil’s trace,
Circles me with sick embrace.
At every move, I lose my way,
I can’t feel my hands, they drift astray.

But one thing I can’t understand—
How such darkness can so long withstand?
I pray each day, though it’s hard to see,
If there’s still any Hope left for me…