Questions

the devil at half past one, in the early afternoon light
caught sight of his shadow moving in the other room
but then only dared to watch him from the corner of my eye
coming fast as hell, in the blink of an eye
he’s not afraid to show himself, I can feel him without looking
and he’s here, I’m one with him
I sense all the agony, the infinite pain and fear, the anger
I invited him with my loneliness, my self-pity, my hopelessness
and he couldn’t help to sympathize with me
for who can want the world for himself?