The devil's pain

World has denoted
Spirits as a negativity of fragrance
By showing them their arrogance
But you know how much pain they hold as if their blood runs cold
Overthinking has covered them from all the sides
Little care and love can change their minds
They were the spiritual ones when they were alive
The world has made them the devil of their life
Loving someone with a pure heart
Is a work of art
Hating yourself is another part;
Close ones have lost them and their happiness
By proving them wrong
Even though they have trusted them a lot
At last when they will arrive
They will laugh the loudest
Everyone's face will have the expression of sadness