Devil May Cry . . . .

Deep inside the dark,

behind the ominous dog's bark,

the lonely devil cries,

after telling numerous lies,

his string heart feels weak.

he now wants to be meek,

coz the world now is more evil,

bigger and stronger than that devil.

lonely and currupted he now feels,

with burning emotions thah never heels.

depressed, distressed and demotioned,

he stands alone mistically stunned.

The cries from his pained heart,

is tearing the silence apart.

love is what he now needs,

to heal his heart which now bleeds.

tears from his helpless eyes,

shows us that a devil too cries . . . .

The Devil . . .

A unknown, unwanted aspect of me,

a pitch dark space as deep as sea,

the piercing cry of a broken heart,

creeping down to tear me apart . . . .

Full of aggression, regression,

the indestructible creation,

is the shadow raising parallel to me,

high up in dark, which you cant see . . . .

I feel the pain, and the scrotching heat,

of the raising flame and the burning sheet,

anger, jelousy, hatred and all,

empowers it and makes me fall . . . .

But then too, its a part of me,

I want it to leave and set me free,

its a inhuman human, that I see,

my dark side more powerfull than me . . . .