The Red Lines
Gruff
Huff
Puff
Tough in this red mask.
It was never me, but it became a task.
To fought against
To fright amends
To become rough in no end
Red lines circled my face.
Depicting the image of a demon.
Every stroke
Every trace
Every paint
I paste.
Covering me,
I earned the strength of Armageddon
I breathed at the mirror shack;
White nebula covered.
Sipping my soul to my throat,
I was voiceless as I held my breath.
Then I was possessed,
Mouth foaming,
body crippling, flipping, bending
I lose myself then everything went dim,
The devil, I saw him.
I moved and acted like him.
I grabbed a girl whose 5 year old,
I shred her flesh like 9 days old.
I was out of myself;
I saw an old man,
I ripped his bones and shackled his neck.
Bloody, grim, demonic...
Red lines never left,
for I painted them myself.
Aiming for one only thing;
to be a Devil King.
