Devil On The Prowl Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Kill me with a whisper.
The devils flying high in the air.
Hes there when you don't care.
Hes there.
Hes there.
Boiling a cauldron of contempt.
Hes holding all the cards.
But still I shall be a martyr for the cause.
The choices we make leave a trail of misery in there wake.
Death never does it.
Its never because of it.
We are nothing more then sparks of emotions.
A little to left.
A little to the right.
Another fight to keep on the light.
Heaven on earth.
Hell is much worse.
Still we curse.
God damn it.
We like to blame.
It doesn't matter the name.
The intent is always the same.
The scapegoat is higher then any mountain.
Yet is beneath every fountain.
To better yourself, somehow, someway.
Never tomorrow.
The soul becomes hollow.
Wallowing in pain.
All for the fame.
Keep dreaming.
This life can be very deceiving.
Grieving of over a loss of someone so close.
When in truth you were never there when it counted the most.
A dirty dozen reasons.
Whose really believing.
All the lies have only got you so far.
In the ends whats really worth defending?
Stop being so forgiving.
Stop it cold.
Because one day you'll be old and it will no longer be sold.
Unless your the buyer.
With this dire warning its lights out.
I scream its lights out.
I exhale lights out.