Satans Soul

A secret individual,
A secret strength inside,
Something which usually I choose to hide,
A bleeding wound is left right now,
But every wound I've had before,
Heals however slowly and scars are left so sore,
Luring in a heart like a candle to the flame,
But knowing that the pain will always stay the same,
Duals and battles involved to fight,
The darkened pain which leads to that home of night,
Borrowing time to try to see,
The torturing people who hinder me,

A sleepless depression,
A sleepless screamer,
Waking in the morn as a flash-backing dreamer,
An evil sin tearing away at my depth,
Whispering in my ear,
A misted, awoken pain that seems obvious but yet unclear,
Every minute of everyday I'm longing to be free,
As it falls upon deaf ears, my antagonizing plea,
As God rejects the soul once more,
I am reduced to tears upon the bleak, cold floor,
An UNaddressed anger forming inside,
One that made me into a girl whom forever cried,

A reckless mind,
A reckless thought,
A tormenting call I fought,
Strength and anger combined,
Trying to protect the secrets I still keep,
Left inside, held so dark and torturingly deep,
Failing every aspect that I've attempted to over come,
And then I see the smile which is expected of me by some,
Wondering how to protect everyone,
But they're angry of whom I've become,
I still blame myself for this hell,
And so my soul to Satan I will sell.