The Devil in You
I sleep next to the devil every night on the bed we share
Not for a moment did he ever show me that he cared
He whispers he does not want to be with me then burns me with shame
Still, I stay with the devil without any complaint
He crushes my dreams, breaks down my aspiration
Took my life into his hands and flatters me with temptation
He woos me with lies, scatters my mind with confusion
Picks at my soul and brings me down with frustration
He never one moment cared for the tears I shed
Most times I felt as if he rather me dead
He shows no emotion or love towards me
He bullies me to make sure I am unhappy
Most days I wish to die or disappear
But what makes me believe that he would care.
Oh, devil why do you hate who I am
I am only me, a simple woman
You glorify yourself as if I should bow to you
Condemning me like you always do
No peaceful thoughts, just your lingering lies
Did not know you were the devil until God opened my eyes.
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