Streaming slowly through my brain
Is a single unnoticed thought
Trying to reach my pulsating vein
A battle will need to be fought
Accidental suicide of my mind
Every clever thought dissipated
I open my eyes but feel blind
My dark side has been emancipated
The devil is smiling at me and waiting
For my weak willpower to bail
but my vein is courageously stuttering
I’m not ready for my journey to hell
A laughter escapes my bitter lips
The sound is oddly unfamiliar
Now on my skin I feel his cold fingertips
I like the sensation, this I find peculiar
The truth is he’s already taken over me
There was never a battle to be fought
There is no stuttering vein within me
He dried it up and tied it in a mystical knot
My struggle was simply an illusion
The devil loves his cruel games
Claiming my tender soul was his mission
Oh yes, the devil loves his cruel games
He watches my horror as I realize
That I am under his woven spell
Yet I’m strangely unwilling to undo the ties
Although I hear the echoed cries of those in hell
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Submission Name: Accidental suicide of my mind
