The Devil's Son

Growing up in shadows where light rarely treads. My father, the Devil, with whispers of dread. His pride was a prize, so elusive and cold, A father’s approval, worth more than gold.

“Be my little outlaw,”

his dark voice would say, And for just a smile, I’d blindly obey. Through streets of rebellion, I followed his lead, Craving his nod, his approval, and my need.

But the love he showed was twisted and scarred, Only when law was broken and hearts were marred. I played the role, his little renegade, In the shadows of his pride, my innocence decayed.

Now I bear the weight of a tarnished name, A record etched with regret and shame. Every day is a struggle, a battle to survive, In the wreckage of a past where I tried to thrive.

The Devil’s outlaw, once his pride and joy, Now lost in the ruins, just a broken boy. Dreams turned to dust, hopes drowned in pain, All for a father’s approval, sought in vain.

I look in the mirror, see the scars on my soul, Wishing for redemption, a chance to be whole. But his shadow lingers, a curse I can’t shake, A father’s twisted love, a life’s bitter mistake.

Growing up when the Devil’s your dad. The path to approval is twisted and sad. Now I pay the price for the love I sought, In a life filled with struggle, in battles still fought.

For the Devil’s pride, I lost my way, Now in the darkness, I fight to stay. A heartbreaking tale of a love so flawed, Where the Devil’s approval was all I ever sawed.