A Constanza written about a darker side.
No one knows of my darker side;
where the demons of my mind lurk
and where the devil does his work.
The part of me I always hide.
My words, like knives, cut deep within.
A place where all I think is sin.
Horrific thoughts held deep inside;
burning ashes rain in my heart.
It's here that evil has its start.
Where my conscience has all but died.
No light ever reaches this place,
no love or kindness leaves a trace.
Here the devil becomes my guide.
Grossly profane words spew from me.
Why won't the devil let me be?