Waiting, Haunting, Watching

I can feel the Devil watching

Waiting, hunting, stalking.

I hear the angels up there laughing

While everything else is lacking.

Although, I’m being guarded

I feel like I’m being bombarded.

Everything is so damn stressful

Though I have to be successful.

I wish standards weren’t so high

I feel as if I could die.

No one truly knows my pain

Only what they think I gain.

The Devil sneers as I struggle

To pull myself out of the rubble.

Qui vivra verra

He still has the same aroma.

But still he is stalking

Waiting, haunting, watching.