The Devil

The Devil
 
The devil just walked in through my front door
I have given him all but he just wants more
 
I gave him my heart and all of my jewels
 Now I’m lost in a wasteland made for fools
 
He is the devil that I’ve come to know
Wish like a flower my hopes would grow
 
The way that I am living is truly a sin
Playing a game that he always wins
 
Blasphemy is all his bitter tongue relays
And it’s always my soul that has to pay
 
To his wishes I have become a slave
Hope I am not headed for an early grave
 
Feel that he has consumed me both heart and soul
I want to again taste freedom before I grow too old
 
Feel that my heart is running out of time
I must gather all of the hope that is mine
 
There is a flowing river of my tears
A forest grows thick with all of my fears
 
Come hell or high water I’m going to leave him
Scatter my own ashes upon the whispering wind
 
Even through blinding winter rain
It is my very soul I must regain
 
Know that I must free my weakened soul
From his absolute game of control
 
Somehow I must escape his wicked curse
I have to once and for all put myself first
 
I will run from him leaving him in the dust
For my precious freedom this is a must
 
Taste of freedom is pumping through my veins
Swear I will survive and live free once again
 
 
By Gary Edward Allen 2018 ©