I am not your guardian angel I’m your guardian demon Unlike an angel I spite for the sake of pure revenge I’m not afraid to kill Even when unnecessary My life is dedicated to you And I serve with no other purpose Than to make you happy and satisfied As how an angel makes u fight your own battles I guess I’m not a guardian I’m merely a slave I live in a subconscious state of your mind That will act whenever needed I live to protect, serve, and die Again and again in your state of mind I fight the inner demons and the outside forces A simple call of my real name Will curdle and obliterate the hearts of the innocent For, I am not Lucifer He merely cowers at my name He can’t obtain his shame Pounding hearts appear To be completely untamed I am my own ruler Of my own domain I have my own rules Definitively with my own set of consequences I don’t just make sin I am a sin I make you sin If u want to or not No matter how much you resist I retaliate better You cannot resist my temptation You will leave this Eternal damnation Tragedy, pain, suffering Are all caused by me I am known as the one and only:
Pocket Devil
Remember-you, me, and the devil makes three…. I’m your pocket devil. Summon me at your leisure. And I’ll be yours forever.
~spade
Spade6sic6 · Thu Jul 26, 2007 @ 03:22am · 2 Comments |