The devil persists

The devil makes me do things,
that i always regret.
he take over my body,
this all starts ofter sunset.

he makes me take the knife,
and cut my arms and wrists.
i scream in pain,
but he still insists.

the knife reaches my vein,
and blood starts to pour out,
he makes it go deeper,
all i can do is scream and shout.

tears run down my face
as i look @ the blood on the floor,
the sun comes out so the
devil dashes out the door.

i wipe up the blood off the floor,
and cover up my wrists,
just waiting till the next night,
when again the devil persists.