The Devil

seems like I am addicted to some chaos

the most intense the better flavour 

born, razed and rased on 

it became a kind of an inner devotion 

unconscious until it turns conscious 

the deepest the abyss goes 

I dive in the dark happily into

taken by the flow

by the mysterious 

in the search for a mirrored person 

all surrounds our ego 

all falls dead in love in my within

sutil foreigner details makes me derail

the eyes of the outter feeds of its entrails 

hungry, an obsessive craving makes a home

I love the devil in me

entwining the devil in thee