The nights of terror

Let Them Out

IT BURNS.                                                                                                                                                                                Eyes searing like tortured flames, the flaming fingers of satan piercing through my unhinged eyesockets. Scraping my innocence away and replacing it with the devil's argumentative state, loudly whispering that I should let them free if I tried to resist the convincing calls that echo through my entire being. The meaning of life begins to swirl around my head like a twister, collecting my thoughts one by one and spitting them out into a blood-stained jar. Everything is uncontrollable. I've stopped resisting, resisting the spirits that live within me. They percolate slowly out of my sinful mind, gripping hold of the last thoughts I have. There is a sudden jolt and a brazen light fills the room.  The gaps in my headache and I can feel the liquid pouring from my mind, they have been released.  

                                                                                      This is dangerous.