The Devil Walker

It will always be there. Even if you can't see it.

It will always speak to you. Even if you can't hear it.

It will always reach for you. Even when you can't feel it

Sometimes it's far away, on the other side of the street.

Sometimes it's closer, maybe in the same house, or room.

Sometimes it's on you, latching itself onto your back with its teeth in your neck.

Sometimes it's inside of you, like a parasitic embryo impregnated within.

It is all that you love and all that you hate.

All that you hate to love.

All that you love to hate.

It will challenge the norm and yet seem perfectly average.

It will scare you and yet you will run to it when you are in danger.

It will stick out in a crowd and yet it will blend in with everyone else.

It will invade your life and yet it is accepted and welcomed.

It is the evil in all of us that wishes to be released.

It is the mentality we all repress.

The monster under your bed.

The skeleton in your closet.

The breathing under your desk.

It is The Devil Walker.

The presence right behind you.