Wannabe

Bottom of the Hell with shallow stories
A Devil roam alone with no glories

Many years ago, a mistake was done intentionally
For which every would pay till ressurection with melancholy

Black and white would buried in the same grave to make grey
Akin to pray at a sin prey to the worst pay

And, misundersatndings happens to disguise the mise
Paragon of virtue masquerade to pretend wise

Till the light bend to obscure my faith
Still a darkness tend to secure a bait

This fight will end someday
The might I am still a wannabe