Don't you feel sometimes,
You are getting awful
Behaving like shit
Like devils eye got thick.
As the Satan got into your body.
Yelling through your throat,
Expressing through your mind.

Dark-deep thoughts.
As silence favours the night,
The flow of incessant thoughts,
With the hunger to end yourself.
To stop the devil in you.

You do get that feeling
At the end, it's on us
How you control the devil in you,
How to slowly flung the devil from within,
How to settle with a monk head.
It's possible.


© panglossian lass