He stares

He stares at me....waiting for my next move....waiting for me to turn my back to him, just so he can cut my throat.

I know his plans...all his moves, so we stare, and stare.

We fight in our minds...already knowing the footsteps we both shall take, but he does not scare me.

He tries to end my pain with pleasure, so in the end I can have more pain.
But i see this coming, and am ready to fight.

We know what to do, we stare, knowing to block with the left and strike with the right....We are ready for battle! But are already in war.

This world is a victim of his stare. His eyes piercing the feelings of the unarmed people in this world.

He is a coward that will trick whoever he can. He is always wanting more, more, more, and more.

His hunger never seems to cease, but, i shall fight against him. And he shall fall.

For the Devil only has as much power as you give him.