There’s more devils here than Hell can hold, With voices sweet and silence cold. They speak in riddles, wear your face, Then tear your mind without a trace. They crawl through cracks behind your eyes, Plant seeds of doubt and nurse the lies. Their hands are soft, their touch is kind — Until they pull apart your mind. They twist your thoughts like brittle thread, Make you believe the lies they’ve said. They mirror you, reflect your soul, Then break it just to feel control. You feel them breathing in your head, A whisper laced with things unsaid. They steal your sleep, distort your name, And grin while driving you insane. They haunt the halls you thought were safe, Their kindness just a cruel wraith. Each smile hides a sharpened hook, Each gift, a page torn from your book. They isolate with perfect grace, Erase your world and take its place. You’ll question every word you speak, Until your mind becomes too weak. And when they’ve hollowed out your soul, They’ll leave — no tear, no payment, no toll. Just echoes in a shattered head, More living devils than the dead. So build your walls, don’t trust too fast — These smiling ghosts wear many masks. They walk like friends, they strike ice-cold — There’s more devils here than Hell can hold.