Satan doesn't know my song

Inspiration: Thinking about how people really don't know you.
Word: My Song.

Satan doesn't know my song,
his demons don't know why I cry long.
I cry long-
for peace
for acceptance
to be rid of nullity.
Null and void
was enforced
when I loved thee.
The only thing thats holding me
is gluttony
I gluttonously loved thee
I needed too much from he-
I'd forgotten how much I needed me,
I was lost in the-
overwhelming appeal of it
I was pushed over by the hurt of it
but
Satan doesn't know my song,
his demon's don't know why I cry long,
I cry long-
for peace
for acceptance
to forget about
where my head's been.
To try to learn
to really live again.