"The Devil inside me..."

So over used...

so over worked...

What I used to be...

It burns,

It dies.

Its warm,

it glows.


Clear the roads of inspiration,

there is no room for desperation.

Document the calamity of these times,

disregard the regret for my crimes.

They say love over lust any day of the week.

Franky, I all out disagree.

The power of love so small and meek,

the party waits for me...