The Demons Inside
My demons creep up like shadows in the night, pulling me into the swirling black mist. I search frantically, but there's no way out. No opening, no light to save me from their tight grip pulling me farther and farther into the icy darkness. They rip my soul to shreds that float away like leaves in a chilly wind. I fall to the ground paralyzed from the fear raging through my body like a disease. They steal the last shimmer of hope I have of surviving this terrifying nightmare, my faith in the light. I can feel my life slowly slipping away with each breath until I finally cease to breathe. Lying lifeless on the cold, hard ground, my demons cry out with triumph, for they have won the last battle.
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