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
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