They came back.
They always mange to find their way back into my body,
and into my mind.
No matter how many times I open myself,
freeing you,
you come back.
The demons lurking in my mind, convincing me to do the unthinkable, because that's the only way to get through it,
chanting it in my head until it's done.
I listen,
letting them win.
Once the deed is done,
I hear nothing apart from self disappointment.
I let them win once again,
just for them to disappear for an hour.
Then they come back,
like an endless cycle I repeat my mistakes and open more passages for them to leave,
desperate for them go find permanent sanctuary elsewhere.
And they did, the demons were replaced by an angel.
The most considerate creature to exist walked into my life, and still to this day I have been physically healed, though the demons threaten to return.
