The Devil's Letter

Dear Diary,

Hope you don't mind I borrow the pen

He's been silent too long, so I'll speak again

I watched him break before he knew what pain meant

I fed him the lies, yeah, each one heaven-sent

He used to cry out, beggin' for a light

But I was the shadow that danced in the night

He thinks he's fighting me, how cute the belief

But truth is, boy, I am his grief

I whispered in church when he tried to pray

Sat in his spine when he ran away

I painted his guilt like a masterpiece

Then sold him a mirror to watch it increase

He screams, "Get out!" like I'm some disease

But I am the silence when he tries to breathe

His anger? That's me. His numbness? Mine.

I'm the voice in the back when he says, "I'm fine."

He writes to God like He still cares

But where was He when no one was there?

I showed up when heaven stayed blind

So guess who earned the place in his mind?

Yeah. I did. I always do.

I build kingdoms in broken minds like yours

And when you fall, I don't leave

I hold the crown of your disbelief

You think I'm the villain? Then give me that name

But without me, boy, you're just pain without aim

I gave it meaning, I gave it shape

I turned your trauma into something you could tape

Now look, your songs? All written by me

Your demons? I cast 'em perfectly

So scream on the track, throw faith in the fire

But remember, I built your empire

I'm not the flames, I'm the fuel

I'm not chaos, I'm the rule

I don't shout, I just sit

And wait till you're done throwing your fit

'Cause in the end, when you're stripped and bare

I'll be the one still sitting there

Not God. Not hope. Just me, the host

In the house you made of your ghosts

He writes to God like He still cares

But I've seen those unanswered prayers

He dreams of healing, begs to be free

But freedom's just another word... for me

For me

So dear diary, write this down bold:

He ain't the hero. He's just what I mold.

Signed,

The one he can't kill.

The one he still holds.