The Devil and Me

I've been running through the forest with the devil at my feet.

He's been chasing me for days and I thought I could compete.

But he still runs with a smile on his face, swishing his tail back and forth while snatching bits of tears full of fear that I cannot stop.

A green ocean swallows me whole.

It swallows all the lies,all of my soul, the words that criticize my everyday life.

The forest welcomes me in but allows all those who howl to have bits of flesh from my being that used to be there.

There's barely any air that I can breathe because when the forest catch fire, there's no where to be.

The lake is full of gasoline and the grass is full of weeds.

They get me high so that I may not sympathize my every need to leave.

The devil and me are ones to who do not complete.

It never ends until I die, the devil is my personal disguise.