"The Devil and I"

How does he always manage to find me
How is that he knows my every step
I thought I lost him in the last chase
But again here he is….looking at me
Each time he visits he has this smirk that’s permanently attach to his face
I hate it
I hate him
How does he always manage to find me
I just want to be alone sometime
He never helps with these tears
They roll down the sides of my face and find a home deep beneath ruffles of my carpet
Seems like if he was friend he would catch one or two of them
My tears that is
But yet again, he doesn’t
How does he always manage to find me
I remember asking “why are you here
What’s your purpose”…and he just…smirked, again
I searched for God and he never came to my rescue
He told me that God had made a ridicule of me
That I was used as an example of the things heaven no longer allowed
He said to me that he would be here for me now,
Close and near
That the Lord was too distant for me to reach
But I know if I search for God he would leave
It’s complicated ….I mean
Either I can’t see the forest through hell’s trees
Or something inside me enjoys the devil’s company
He’s here again
I have to go…
Maybe his stay won’t be as long as his last visit
Maybe….

-Cash