The Devil Is Following Me

The Devil Is following me and I know why,

Every time I see him I want To cry. 

He never touches me but he gets close,

I feel his anger his presence and that's what scares me the most. 

His eyes are white and hes all black,

I can see his hat and his jacket,

But his face is basically a mask. 

Ever sense I was two he's been around, 

But this is my life and I'm much stronger now. 

No matter what the devil is there, 

Feeding off of me without a care. 

There is no face just his eyes but what he doesn't know is I'm very wise. 

I know how to get rid of him, he hates it,

But I pray to god and I make him sit. 

I have been praying gods Angel showed me how,

Her name is Achol and she taught me how to speak loud. 

Pray, pray and pray some more, 

Do it until the devil is sore!

Surround myself with positive vibes,

Because when I'm negative thats when I'm tied,

When I'm positive thats when stay alive. 

Every morning at four o'clock he stands in the corner, stareing at me and still as a rock.

But hes becoming weak and I can feel it,

Hes losing his grip.

I remember hes feeding off my pain and fear,

When I'm sad he is also near. 

So I stay happy and I smile all the time. 

Hes afraid of light so I let it shine.