Demon

Who are you to talk like you're some god?
You're a lower-class man, have you forgot?
You tell them of who you are,
and walk around like you're superior.
But we all know you're a demon...
Those lies- we won't believe them.
You play your childish games.
You're twisted in your ways...
Why must you be sick in head?
You're angry words shoot though my chest...
I can't seem to escape,
and so sometimes I don't want to.
My heart, you've truly slaughtered.
You call yourself my father...