When I was little, I was innocent.
We all were at one point.
But when I was little I saw things.
Weird things.
Things like hunched over, little men.
Snarling dogs.
Snakes.
Little children.
I wasn't scared, just surprised.
I eventually I rarely saw them anymore.
But today one appeared. Then it disappeared, like it always did.
Today I got to thinking what these things were.
Then it came to me.
They were demons.
They were demons that were circling me when I was innocent.
They wanted my innocence.
But the question is, where did they go?
Now, they're living inside me.
They're eating me until I die.
