It is dark, I cannot see, but I feel you right near me.
Low growl, high whine, your breath runs down my spine.
Conflicted you are, unsure of what to do with me.
Do you tear me apart? or do you bathe in my body?
Your demons turn you into a beast. fingers become claws that tear into what was once known as skin.
I beg you to stop, I force soothing words into your ears, wishing you would return to your normal form.
But demons aren't easy to fight off. then again they never were.
They may have gotten you before but I swear this time I will not let them hurt you ever again.
