When my mind leaves reality to form its own, it has always been at the mercy of my inner demon. The hellish creature rips apart, maims, and devours anything that was my creation. The result was always the same, my limps get chewed on, grinded by his exposed teeth, and spat out like a used and abused chew toy. The horror repeats it like a hurricane of fire, burning me in the middle until my return to earth.
Even then, I can sense his presence following me and whispering in my ear like a leech, feeding on my inner destruction. Unknowing that it grew alongside my problems of reality, despite being in every trapped nightmare of mine. I felt the weight of the demon putting my feet remaining on the ground, barely moving them in reality.
I endured his sadistic nature until my last step left the cliff of sanity. I wanted to stitch the venom spewing mouth to feel even a shred of relief. When a pair of eyes noticed my distress, their owner decided to assist me in my painful journey. The new friend of mine has helped me with her words of relaxation, muting the voice inside me at least for a while. In her vision, depression can be a tamed animal, something to suppress.
I finally was able to relax, like the demon suddenly disappeared from my shoulders. When I close eyes to venture to my fantasy, I see the demon again but this time, the now imp like creature is barely bigger than a common mouse. I used to hear his poisonous words but now, just random gibberish I barely understand now. As a sign of revenge, I stomped on the imp and hope it'll won't return. At least I'll be able to remain in my vision without torture and have no fear in reality.
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