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