Your head feels foggy, you sense yourself unwind; It’s the same dreadful demons toying with your mind. They wait till it’s dark, or the lights are down low; unnerving sickly attacks, through your blood and bones. You can’t hide your black heart, the demons can see; they don’t allow any space, in your head to breathe. Tear your reason to shreds, you need fixing. A worn stone sinking, in an ocean that’s rotting; decaying miserably, and forced to bend the knee. How much more agony can the universe bring. Not even your screams can get you out of the cold; and you’d rather give up and drown, than go it alone.