Am I insane?
I swear I'm not.
That thing is really there.

His ****** smile with sharp blackened teeth;
and the sickening black claws on each of his hands.
The white, thin hair sticking to his face, staining with blood and ink.
The flesh hanging off of his face...

The eyes.
that were dangling out of their sockets.

I am insanity The thing whispered.

But it was strange.
Because his mouth didn't move,
and the voice sounded like it was in my head.

"I am insanity."

I jumped and screamed.
The voice was mine.
I was speaking.
I'm insane.

The thing was just my personal demon
that i would soon find  out
was going to be around me forever
until the day I died.