The Devil’s Hand

Evil flows through my blood like poisonous lead.
It’s too late. I can’t be saved. My heroes are dead. They died in my head.
Prayed to god, he pushed me away from the light.
Prayed once more, now he’s left my side.
The devil’s hand lay upon my chest.
Declared me a sinner, now I’m possessed.
Dreams no longer appealing.
Turned to nightmares, I wake up screaming.
Time is running out. I’m losing my mind.
Paranoia begins to surround the voices that speaks inside.
Breathing stops, blood runs cold.
I forgot I sold my soul.
Why does this sickness begin to emerge?
Why do I feel this sinister urge?