Dark Magic

Whispers from the dak,

Speak clearly to my soul.

Slowly becoming evil,

Black as nights sky.

Changing for pasts future,

Into the Devil.

Selling my soul,

To the one I call ''friend.''

Falling down the road,

Of spells and magic.

Listening to a spirit,

To be known.

Laughing at the ones,

Who served me their pain.

Broken from inside out,

Casting spells from my heart.

To live eternity,

With guilt.

I've fallen,

Into this book.

You call,

Dark Magic.