“I don’t have to sell
my soul, -
he’s already in me.”
- The Stone Roses

How long has he been here?
I cannot recall,
He presses ideas and I give him
control,
I call him the devil, this
piece of my mind,
Behind every evil endeavor
or crime.
He bears the weight of the flaws
within me,
He is the weapon I flail
wildly,
If you feel for me hate, then
you feel it
for him!
For he is the one who commands me
to sin.