In the mental state of Limbo,
I grew wings weighing just a kilo.
And float above the Seas of Sin.
Just to notice the cypher on my skin.
I tried to decipher.
But heard whispers of Lucifer.
Claiming my intentions cannot be bested.
Separating wrongs from right, then, infested.
I sparked the flares of SOS.
But Addiction™ was my OS.
Thinking smoke fogs could exile the Devil.
Just to find myself acting the evil.