my demon prefers a pin-drop silence, with no shroud of hope
and I am trying to escape. In my mind, I shout, shout loud. Hush! she says everything is ok, you are happy here.It's merely your silly mind so full of doubts. Our looks are alike, still so unlike me. Her eviction, constant contradiction, her weary words puts me off. she says everything is ok! but her incessant rally is sufficed to say, it renders me to reflect otherwise.