The Devil on My Shoulder

There's a devil on my shoulder

He follows me around, breath burning my neck

His tounge sharp and wicked like a slave masters whip

His intentions darker than a sky full of rain

There's no shaking this feeling he leaves with me

His weight more burdensome than the death of a loved one

His eyes more piercing than the knives in caesars back

With a smirk on his face, he rips his heart out of his chest

Just so I can watch it crumble into ash

He's spiteful and malicious

His voice commands my attention like a staff sergeant

I flick, brush, and push him off

I scream, claw, and yell at his reflection in the mirror

He makes me sweat self-contempt

The beads trace my skin like sharp fingernails

No matter how much I scream and push, he'll always be there to leave his mark