The devil in the house
As he walks up and down the hallways
The evilness is seen in his eyes as he digs through the refrigerator
And sit on the couch to watch Tv
The devil in the house is disguised as a human being
When friends and family come over, he's a whole different person
He smiles in their faces and shake their hand and introduce himself
The devil in the house is the abuser of someone who I love dearly
And I seem to be hushed if told the truth
His stare will make your skin crawl as his voice echos in the empty hallways
His voice is loud and frighten, telling yourself you'll be the hero one day
But, the day you become the hero seems not to come or seems to be pushed back as fear swallows you
The devil feeding off the flesh of an innocent woman
The bruises, the scratches, the yelling, the crying can only paint a picture on what happens behind that bedroom door