I fear the dark. It’s when the shadows and demons come out to fuck with my mind. The darkness torments me, like a sadistic scientist experimenting on my mind. It surrounds me with no way to escape. Shadows race around me, laughing at my fear. I can hear their grotesques cries taunting me. The voices, shouting at the top of their lungs, awaken the demons within. The ugly monsters in my mind, with their distorted bodies, slimy fangs, and furious growls. It’s like the Pandora’s box of hell has been opened within my mind. Putting the demons back in their boxes feels impossible.
I manage to muster up the courage and the strength. I get the monsters that threaten me back inside their box. I search for the light, a glimmer of hope that this nightmare will end. That hope is what empowers me to take control of the crazy within me. I speak out against the demons, forcing them out of my mind. They try to resist my attempts to control them but I’m stronger. More determined to win the battle.
For if I lose, I will surely die. It’s when the darkness is in control that I’m at my weakest, most vulnerable point. The darkness, the crazy, is literally trying to kill me. It wants me to be hopeless and helpless. It wants to dominate me; it wants to control me. It wants me dead. My battle with the crazy is literally a life-or-death battle; I’m afraid to lose.
