The Devil`s Tool

A bit dark. Just a thought...

The Devil`s Tool

The hand painfully grips my throat,

I feel the bloodlust coarse through it`s veins,

Stop! Stop it! 

I writhe beneath the painful burden bestowed on my jugular,

It`s hand is menacing, like a dark abyss,

But I can see its monstrosity, It is a demon from hell,

The hand is sinful, rotten, and impure,

A dissolving mask revealing atrocities, 

It`s jagged nails break my skin,

The warm blood dribbles down my vulnerable throat,

I am being bathed in sin,

The feeling is familiar, I know the hand,

For it is attached to my arm,

The devil`s greatest tool.