The Devil...
Sometimes sits on my shoulder...
whispering evil words,
making my blood run colder.

Holding him at bay,
ignoring his constant taunts
He does not give in
he knows what he wants

To turn my heart black
as black as a miners coal....
It's my conscience he wants
the core of my very soul.

He hears my inner thoughts
plays on my pain...
Choose me this time
watch what you will gain.

Seldom do I give in
and cause pain where he says is needed...
They hurt you my Sherri...