The Devil's Shape

I'm ever-thoughtful being,  

My mind conflicts the soul.  

Unless prevails the feeling,  

There comes the self control.  

As path will tower further,  

As destiny frails me,  

My dreams I'll keep to follow,  

But they're all underneath.  

The one, who's called "the devil",  

Not always sits in hell.  

His residence is on the inner level,  

Within the head-like cell.  

If happens that I'll stay in room,  

Alone, despaired, where's no escape.  

The thoughts are to define my doom,  

The devil has another shape...