gripping the sheets
pulling all toward
your quivering body,
holding tight to any,
the mind screams
"stop this, no more"
but it does no good,
the demons still come
and scream their words,
your back arches
and all muscles twitch,
knowing that you have lost
the control of yourself,
that your mind is no longer
that which you control
but the voices,
the voices hold all
their words echo
through the hollow soul,
and their claws guide
your every move,
you scream louder
searing the ears
of the living
and the dead
"help me, help"
you cry louder,
but no one comes
no one even cares,
and you become lost
no longer a being
but a lost memory,
only your body remains
and it goes on,
with only the demons inside
