The Demons are awake.
I feel their appendages interlacing with my soul.
I feel the darkness as it creeps in, eating me from the inside.
I hold back the tears but it is no use.
It has pulled me in and I must escape once again from the grip that one day will be my demise.
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My Dissolution
PoésieA collection of rants, poems, dreams and thoughts about living with chronic illness and multiple mental disorders.
