A shattered mirror lies in pieces on the bathroom floor. The image you saw terrified you. Filled with self loathing, not able to take the sight of your own reflection. Sickened by the blackness of the person that lies with in. Tormented by memories of what you have done. Drugs no longer **** the demons from your past. When you try to sleep, they come to haunt you, the screaming horrors of your mistakes. Tossing in fits of rage and sweat, ripping the sheets in panic as you awake. Faces and places thought long forgotten, buried in the deepest recesses of your soul. They now call to you for a day of reckoning. They demand that you pay the price for your past deeds, they are here to collect part of your soul. Nothing you do can satisfy their lust for you. They tear and rip at your soul. A conscience once thought seared black with a branding iron, now dredges up all of the things you want to forget, you haven't even begun to start fighting your demons yet.