The Devil

The devil is the heaviness on my shoulders
The root I trip over
The rock that hurts me
The desire to go further
Despite a steep path

The devil is the emotion that overwhelms me
My tears and my blood that are diluted
On sunken ruins

The devil is feeling naked
Vulnerable
It’s the guilt
It’s not orthodox

The devil roams in the hollow of my soul
With the needle, redefines my contours
And weaves a new destiny
And I’m afraid I won’t be able to go home.