Honestly,
At this point I think the demons hide under the bed because they are afraid of me.
Nothing terrifies me more than what I see reflected back to me in the mirror.

Why do you think I close my eyes?

It is not to sleep. It is not to rest, it is to escape this harsh reality.

For the back of my eyelids are blank, unlike the thoughts that haunt my mind.

Only fools go there.