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I'd say many a time particularly In my youth when I would drink to much I'd feel the Devil looking over my
shoulder
He was there waiting to take my soul should I have strayed to far from good
the odd thing In all my
years I've never felt
God
The devil Is there In every thing we do waiting for me to make that one mistake
and he's there waiting to claim my
soul
But I never felt anything from God every way we look there's temptation ready to draw us In but felt nothing from God
no
reassurance
It was only evil that was present In my youth failed suicides attempts
self-harm
I
must have brushed shoulders with the devil so many times
but not once did I feel God or hear nothing but for evil that Is around us
all

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