Demons & Angels


I shall count the stars in the sky,

This heart of mine is in pain as the days goes by.


The bright light of the moon is veiled by my iniquity,

Uprightness is lost like the treasures in the sea,

The prickling pain is sharp and constant,

Weeping and crying with shaking hands,

Joy and happiness is the dull fairy tale which was preached.


Soul friend of mine,

She sends her love,

On the wings of a dove,

I wonder what she will say,

If I tell her that I cry every day,

And I have to start all over again.

A Prayer



In the swamp,

A secluded soul hidden behind the thorns,

There is a comfort in the relationship I share with this lonely sky,

Why God why?

I screamed, I wept after this soul crushing defeat.


I sing the hymns with a bleeding throat,

May death sweep me of my feet to ease the pain of the melancholy life,

Avoiding the settlement,

The angels leave me to grieve in solitude.


The voices in my head grew louder,

That I must bow so low before the mighty lord,

To bring solace to the troublesome soul,

Frantic shouts to the lord, to let me weep through the night,

There may be joy in the morning which may bring some light.


The cryptic voices from me to the lonesome nature,

Is the omnipotent, one with the heart that deviseth wicked imaginations?

Is he the one with mischief and a false idol?

Dancing the dance of the devil on the fiddlers tune?


All hope blown away with the wind,

Darkness looms over the deprived soul,

Evil flourishes.

Bitter Words


The words those are better unheard,

Deep dark secrets that are buried deep in my heart,

These words I would take to my grave,

The truth is harsh and a message of God.


I want to scream,

I want to shout, these unheard words,

But will someone understand it, which I doubt.


Afraid of the dark I stand,

Sins and darkness are the same side of the coin,

Dark secrets are like an evil’s curse to the soul,

Tell me my angel how to bridge this gap of evil to saint?


I want to scream,

I want to shout, these unheard words,

But will someone understand it, which I doubt.


If I utter these words,

I shall be denounced,

If I don’t utter these words,

I shall be damned.

Demon Inside



Those days are gone,

When my mornings began with a happy song,

When I felt my soul is blessed in some saintly ways,

My angelic belief slayed by an evil foe,

Trying to hide my eyes,

There is something evil inside.


I am shackled in silence,

A curse is draped around my soul,

You may see the sinful glee and my wrath shall be unleashed,

The need grows to personify my evil ways,

The devil inside me shall dance to the fiddler’s tunes on odd days,

A beast, monster, and devil whatever you may call it,

These are my evil ways.


I sit close to a grave,

This is the triumph of my evil slay,

The satanic verses resonates inside my soul,

This beast shall ruin any preparation of the gospel of peace,

Love, trust, forgiveness shall emerge frail,

Passage of light shall be turned into the valley of shadows,

The devil shall assume a pleasing shape to allure my diseased mind,

I the servant of sin shall obey the beast’s command and commit to these insidious deeds.


Darkness shall prevail,

These enormous inner urges shall grow,

The monster shall be set free to unleash its rage,

Morals shall decline,

Good shall suffer and bear its unwilling fate.