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the devil asked me for a meeting;
he said we'll make it out okay;
told me to throw away the ashtray.
why do minds adore to roam?
is there somewhere i belong?
am i guilty of this song?
terribly i have been treating
my own self now for a while.
i don't remember my own smile.
will i always be alone?
do i deserve to know what love
is about and what it's made of?
this insanity's competing
with my state of mind for power.
is this truly our hour?
i'll 108 my way to om.
nothing here seems to be working,
and the devil keeps on lurking.
my progress has been depleting,
and so hopeless it has left me.
i do not recall a deft me.
have you put any melody to this? :) It would be interesting to know :)
Nope. Whilst writing, I do have a melody and a rhythm in mind, which aids in the writing, but I amn't skilled enough musically to manifest all of those ideas. Writing is what I focus on mainly for now. Though I do rap sometimes over beats I find online. :)