The devil caressed my back
He traced the lines with his swift motion.
The devil sang his song of misery to me
He told me things that I felt but could not hear.
One who once roamed the heavens but descended, plotted the plans of vexation.
I am left to cry though he never said his
Awful goodbye. The devil played his game.
I did not know
What was to do
I still remain
Clueless, driven to insane.
The devil spoke to me
He caressed my back
A song was sung by him
Charm was of the distressing
Torture came in different ways
Those fingers on my skin
Vibrations of his voice within me
The devil was above but now he slithers.
