The Devil's pitchfork in my soul

The dark one decided to toy with me,
He wants to watch me burn,
So a hex of misery, he cast on me,
And my world broke down in turn.

No matter the strength of my valour,
My resolve cannot reduce,
The crushing misery cast on me,
As I stare at a hangman’s noose.

“Suicide is painless.” He says,
As he hands me the loaded gun,
But if I were to kill myself,
Then the dark one would have won.

The devil was displeased with me,
Things didn’t go the way he planned,
And with a burst of anger, he sent his pitchfork,
Flying from his hand.

The weapon strikes me every night,
When I’m alone with my head,
And Lucifer tries to convince me,
That I might be better off dead.

I writhe and scream beneath the blades,
And try to keep my mind a whole,
but I don’t know how long I can last,
With the Devil’s pitchfork in my soul.

Poem by The Boss

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