The Devil is always near;
Late and alone, he crawls closer.
Quietly insists that there should be no fear,
Slowly shifting; he’s the cunning composer.

With strings on my limbs,
Sudden darkness in my veins.
A once bright future dims;
Enslaved in shackles and chains.

Where is the light?
The gentle touch now resembles claws.
Blindsided by deceptions; there was no fight.
Now I’m nothing but my sins, faults, and flaws.

I am bound to the madness;
He looks upon my defeat with a smirk and a nod.
I question the world with nothing but sadness:
If there is Lucifer, then where the hell is God?