There is a devil inside, savage and untamed.
It whispers revenge, craves the struggle, and propels me forward through the darkest darkness.
Why do I grin while the world falls apart, when sorrow covers the streets in grey? There's something wonderful about the bitter cry.
My devil feeds on rage, a burning need which fueling my will and causing me to bleed strength.
In their anguish, I feel alive; in their loss, I begin to thrive.
The devil inside me satisfies my thirst and sharpens my soul.
Despite the struggles and tears, I am stronger and more determined to move forward.
In the midst of power, confusion, and darkness, I discover my light.

© sri