Inspired by Manuel Fajar! He has a true poet's soul.

I'm searching for the
Mephistophelean one
Ready to bargain

Brave though I believe I am
I'm not ready for bedlam

Hell's walls are all red
During night the sky is white
During day, pitch black

All of Hell's love stems from green
Gold and silver, gems that gleam

Dementia rules
Life's criminals are now tools
Eyes search for exits

I must leave, I must get out
"I've changed my mind!" I dare shout

The devil laughs, and
Throws more silver in my trough
I guess I'm hungry

Misjudment's made me a fool
I, too, have become a tool