The Devil

He rides on
My shoulder, the Devil,
Every single day
Watching every move
I make
And listening to
Every word I say.

He controls my
Heart, my brain,
My soul
And with whips
And lashes he
Moulds my mind into
Every move of his own.

His amusement is found
In my anger, pain and guilt
And I hear his
Monstrous laugh every time
A lonely tear
Hits the cold ground.

He tells me
What to think,
He tells me
What to do.
He tells me
With whom dark alliances
Are to be made
And with whom
Deep colours of attachment
Are to fade.

Oh father dear!
Please don’t cry!
Your heart I did
Not mean to break.
Oh brother dear!
Please hold my
Mother tight for
Her fragile heart
Cannot bear the
Greif of a lost child.

I assure you,
That one day
I will come home;
That one day
This will all end
But just till then,
He rides on
My shoulder, the Devil,
Every single day
Watching every move
I make
And listening to
Every word I say.