A Devil Dressed As A Wolf
Everyone wants something
They pray for it
Begging the big man in the clouds for it
Yet most of them never get it
I was always the bad guy
Even when I was just the naieve boy
Made out to be like his father
From a woman who shattered his world
Before he even knew of the world
Dragging him to the cult practices
Not understanding the root of their evil
So maybe he liked being called devil
Knowing how the fallen one must feel
Unheard
Unloved
Under appreciated
Uncaring
It’s not my job to save people
It’s not my job to be what everyone needs
It’s not my job to help anyone recover for their own choices
Especially when I’m still fighting my own
The devil has a good ring to it
Demonize me
Make your sins my fault
Blame me for your shity choices
But you were doing that when I wasn’t here
I’ll always be the demon wolf
I won’t lie and say it’s false
But I don’t pretend or manipulate
Just to gain my own ends