sometimes i feel the devil br and his dirty eyes br watching. br haunting me. br taunting me. br burning me alive... br inviting me to fall br into a comfortable numb. br but in that numb br a hatred dwells, smirking in the shadows. br i shrug him off and br move along br pretend he isn't there. br my inner madness spills into a br thin black ink. br so you can read br what your eyes br would never br see. br while i sit br grinding teeth, br spitting thoughts from my fingers. br hurting and feeling. br living with br myself.