poison in our blood A demon lurks within, concealed from sight, With every heartbeat, tendrils softly seep, Into the blood, unleashing its dark might. Oh, once pure essence, now tainted by sin, The devil’s whispers echo in our veins, A twisting dance, a battle deep within, As light and darkness vie for utmost gains. Does evil dwell within our mortal shell? Or is it merely shadows cast by light? These questions asked, but answers they do quell, Leaving us lost, adrift in endless night. Yet still we strive, to understand the source, The devil in our blood, our eternal force. No blood nor kin can free our weary souls, From the shackles that bind us to despair. For deep within, where dark intoxicates, The devil whispers secrets, tales untold. Past deeds and sins, all mingling in this brew, Shrouded in masks of virtue they appear. But when the night descends, the truth breaks through, Revealing twisted roots that foster fear Could it be this devil is but illusion? A figment conjured by our fearful minds. Or is it ancient power in profusion, Hiding in dim recesses undefined. Yet still we search, our minds forever quest, For truth, for meaning, for eternal rest. The devil’s presence is a constant plight. Like whispers in the wind or flickering fires, We feel its touch, its venomous bite.