Sometimes I can sense,
the Devil that resides in me.
It is wicked, it is evil, but natural.
It lacks morality, but fills up for mine.
the Devil that resides in me.
It is wicked, it is evil, but natural.
It lacks morality, but fills up for mine.
I can hear him,
when the silence is too loud.
It creeps in my Hypnagogia.
Now I have stopped resisting,
as it has faith in me,
because I have come to lose mine.
It shadows me in the Sun,
It holds me in the Night.
It has a mark of its presence,
for I can relate it with my absence.
when the silence is too loud.
It creeps in my Hypnagogia.
Now I have stopped resisting,
as it has faith in me,
because I have come to lose mine.
It shadows me in the Sun,
It holds me in the Night.
It has a mark of its presence,
for I can relate it with my absence.
It mirrors me when I want to sleep.
It takes over me when I don’t watch.
It is the righteousness of the Devil,
that makes me do wrong,
or is it just the consequence
of my subjugation.
Now I can see the darkness in the light,
cause it makes me go blind.
I can see the visions,
which are out of everyone’s sight.
cause it makes me go blind.
I can see the visions,
which are out of everyone’s sight.
Sometimes I wonder is it just me,
or everyone owes him half a side.
or everyone owes him half a side.
~Geet Dhillon
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