I've learned to accept some things as company; whether it be the monsters on the streets out to stab me in the back, or the demons in my head telling me to beat those monsters to the punch, I've accepted them. I've learned to live with them, but I won't live FOR them.

They're merely voices and figures that seek to destroy me and what I stand for, to tear me away from the people and things that I cherish most. I do not live for them anymore. They obey ME now because they chose not to leave.

They chose to stay in hopes of ruling me once more and I've come to grips with it. They are my demons dressed as me and NOT me. They are terrors that wish ill of my world 24/7 since day one and you know what?


I accept them.




But they no longer control me.