Devil's time.

Let me with my demons, that’s what I say when the people judge me for be who I am.
Sometimes my life is like smoke, I can’t see anything in front of me, but sometimes my life is like a hell, and the devil is on my side. Ghost stories are part of my soul, not because I’m a kind of fanatic about horror, but because my nightmares are outside of my head. I feel it, I see it and I live it. The people used to say “If you're looking for something wrong, you're going to find it”. Actually that’s truth. I realized it. Maybe my life is like a hurricane right now just because I was looking for this, or maybe God wants this to me, to my life. I think I’m not explaining exactly what’s happening to me. Let me be direct. I see demons, not dead people, I mean, dead people too, but I can see demons, I can talk to them and I can feel the Devil’s angry. Why me? I was called mad, demonic and possessed by demons. Some people need understand that this fuckin gift is given to who deserve it, or some people just need be more insane. Let me start this story. I met the devil, and I met God too, but this won’t be about God, so if you have a religion like “God is the way” or don’t like ghost stories just stop reading this shit.