A little devil
With devilish thoughts
A horrible voice
Whenever it talks
It gives you bad luck
It ruins your life
Drives some to go
And pick up a knife
We all have our own Spawn
When we're mad or depressed
I feel mine is getting to angry
And needs to stop and rest
But it's out of control
Depressiveness overloading
Suicidal thoughts going overboard
And he dosn't even know if it's showing
good poem
a great metaphor i love it so much...and its true extreamly true