The Demon and Me

There is a demon inside of me. It lurks in my head and soul. It waits for my weak moments, to hit my weak spots, to finally tear me into the black that I have so long avoided. I tend to have many weak moments these times. I tend to look more often into the depths that were so far beyond me, for such a long time. While the surface starts crumbling apart under my knees, I feel how I am dragged to the brink. And yet I fight.

And still I wonder.

What if I let go?

What if I fall?

What is this darkness?

Extinction?

Madness?

The madness I’ve been longing for, to unleash the purity of my mind to what it is destined for?

To write.

And so I do.

And so you read.

And so you touch the darkness.

And then the demon hides again.