Devil's in my head

He roamed alone again, as he often did. Keeping silent and watchful as he made his way toward shelter for the night. It came in the form of a deep and dark cave, one that Baphomet was more than pleased to settle in. He moved into the cave and started exploring deeper and deeper into it. The further he went, the less he could see or hear. It wasn't long until he couldn't see anything at all, and sounds came in muffled or almost muted. Pawing out a spot on the floor, the beast lowered himself to find a peaceful rest in the depths of the cave. He wasn't sure if anyone would happen by, but he sure hoped they did. The devil could use a meal.

"Devilish tongue." 'Roaring thoughts.'  Walketh about. "Listening to voices."