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The Devil.



I know who I am, I am the light to your darkness. You see what you want to in your eyes, but in everyone else’s even tho all the trials and tribulations in my life I still prove that my actions speak louder you’re words. My life may suck… but I do things that matter, I take care of someone else even tho there are days I hate it.. but I’ll chose to be a noble demon and the monster any day, if it means not being like you for one fucking second.I may be broken, I may be flawed like you, but I’m not hiding behind it. Not the way you are.


I accept what I am and live my life the best way I can, and I do things for those that matter in my life. Not just who I think is a responsibility. I know no one will be there to catch me when I fall. No one ever has been. That’s the way things are. I don’t care. I’ve always been a little self destructive. It’s easier to manage in the wilderness alone. I’d rather be you’re enemy, you’re devil anyways.


You’re continued silence just reaffirms that. The devil is only needed when you have a use for him, the problem is this devil doesn’t have a use for you. So I’ll continue to be you’re demon.

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