The devil’s acts scratched into your skin; scald yourself with your own sins.

Suck his soul out through his chest; ink it out- kill his quest.

Stalks the hundred blackened souls

Digs a hundred hardened holes

Her mind in torture, her lack of amour

Fills her with fear- a ruptured shiver

Here he clutches a deadly dagger

Watches the prey with morbid hunger

His huge wings signed in grievant menace

Kills their passion, screams, “no grace, no grace.”

In his head, he feels misled.

The way he sees the world

"I've always wanted to tell her," he shrieks

"She used to be so beautiful!"

The sockets in his sad face leaks

Conjured up image in his head-dreadful

One last bloodcurdling cry
A signal of his goodbye

Before he stomps across the broken boat

Tilts her head and slits her throat.