Can't see
Blinded, forced to look away
though the feeling of knowing
knowing they're watching you
watching, waiting
pulling your past from you
crawling around inside of you

wanting to run and hide
to turn and see
the face of the demons
that are constantly watching you
you can't stand it
but they pull you down...
down...
down...

jess schwarcz

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eyes-of-the-demon/