I’m afraid of what lurks in the dark

Because what lurks are my own thoughts.

Hooks, sticky and painful

Pulling me into their void.

The seem to have life,

Their own source of food: everything I see and hear.

Why do they wander when all I want is to live with you?

Kill them!

Before they take control!

Angels versus the demons of my own mind.

I weep because I am pathetic

And only jelly,

and I can’t live.

Take control, because I can’t.

These demons are killing me

Eternally.

I want to be ALIVE!