The Figure (Interlude)

As my world got dark, I became more colder As I heard a strange voice, only to notice the apparition over my shoulder Jumped in to my mind with nothing but intentions of forcing me To tango with my demons quite forcibly I always try to project light, even though my souls tainted "Murder, death, kill on these muthafuckas" here go Satan Eyes red, hooves for feet, skin darker than a black hole Or a vortex, it seems he wants to attack my cracked soul And inhabit my heart with madness and rage Sadness, despair, depression and chains Tryna hold me prisoner in my own body Told 'em "you better not" he replied with "who goin' stop me" Nah b! I'm not with it, but his quest Was to temporarily grasp til' my soul was possessed