sometimes i feel the devil <br />and his dirty eyes <br />watching. <br />haunting me. <br />taunting me. <br />burning me alive... <br />inviting me to fall <br />into a comfortable numb. <br />but in that numb <br />a hatred dwells, smirking in the shadows. <br />i shrug him off and <br />move along <br />pretend he isn't there. <br />my inner madness spills into a <br />thin black ink. <br />so you can read <br />what your eyes <br />would never <br />see. <br />while i sit <br />grinding teeth, <br />spitting thoughts from my fingers. <br />hurting and feeling. <br />living with <br />myself.<br /><br />Jonny Brackney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dirty-eyes/
