I know the devil is real,

seen him smirk behind cold, vacant eyes.

Pleaded for mercy,

confused never knowing,

my loved one was trapped deep inside.

I know the devil is real,

seen her face in the harsh, fluorescent light.

Tasted her hate,

while I danced with her rage,

proud of the pain left behind.

So I know the devil is real.

Cause the devil exists in us all.

But now that I’ve seen her,

I know how to beat her.

No longer a lost devil’s pawn.