Hopeless for emotion

With the devil on my back I'm still cold not even with saiten laid upon my shoulders the flame from it still keeps me in the darkness all alone torment, tears, stumble up and down steep hills for fuckin drugs theirs never any flat roads, no matter what, this storm is allways near instead of cover i lead to destruction and my worst fears. With no hope theirs no spirit that needle makes my soul kneel isn't their an angel on my left or somewhere in my subconscious, instead of soaring high constantly blessed dark entities intercept even assleep in my dreams, insidiously it makes it hard to breathe the reaper stands stiff at the feet of my bed how could I be of this when I'm so numb I can no longer feel guilty of the direction I went?, Yes. Yet regret not one reflection of my 30 years here I am now the demons need to get off my chest.