Little Devil
She
exists in the heart of darkness and fury.
She
the once who always acts in accordance of what is right,
Is now
transmuted to a she who is the opposite of ethical.
At
once she dwells in me—becoming my flesh.
Living with harmony: with my eyes cover and my hands chain up.
Living with harmony: with my eyes cover and my hands chain up.
This
frees my repression of worldly lies and flesh and blood.
The
little devil, who is she in me, makes me the little devil in his wicked realm.
He the
one who always chuckles for every blunder I commit.
Little
pure has no space in the conscience of she,
And makes
me more out of order and bringer of chaos.
I set
the fire with my desire,
Not
knowing that the fire out of my passion is eating my own self.
The
little devil, who is she, is no longer a friend or a baby to pacify,
But a
fiend to be feared and put to sleep forever.
