The fears from my childhood come back in a fire-like rage to engulf me. I become the way I perceive myself; a small, helpless little girl who’s weak, pathetic, and all alone. Everyone has demons. My demons are like shadows, black and two-dimensional with an uncanny echo of human-like properties, but with piercing yellow eyes. They eerily escape my soul, and slowly prowl around me, as though I’m their prey, and in a twisted sense, I am. Their crazed, pale yellow eyes stare at me, pierce my soul, every particle of my essence, they see it all. They rip and lacerate every memory of happiness, every joyful moment in my life; from the childhood memories of innocence, to the teenage memories of young love, it’s all gone. All that’s left is the hatred, the anger, the regret, and the sadness that I had tried so hard to hide. It consumes me. The demons of the box cackle and howl with a sinister recognition; for it the laughter of my peers, as they destroy every hope, every dream, everything good and worth fighting for is utterly destroyed by their distorted black fangs and gnarled, twisted claws. Their distorted grins look intently back at me, while they laugh manically at my destroyed life. I turn away, for their stare is too menacing, too horrific to gaze upon. The demons dissolve into the nothings, and I am left to silence, and my own thoughts.
I realize, in sadness, that all my hopes, my dreams, my ideas, will never be heard. My fears and nightmares will forever haunt me in this secluded state of being and mind. I close my eyes; in hope that this all in my head, that this is just a warped nightmare of my demented state of mind. The box is my mind, trapping in my true self from the rest of the world. It’s an endless battle between fear and strength, love and hatred, sadness and happiness.”
I wrote that a while ago… What do you guys think?
Sorry for lack of stuff… I was going through some emotional stuff, but I’m past that… more importantly, I’m back!