I think they’re gone

But

I can still hear faint traces of wandering sound.

Trying to tell me different things.

I think i’m safe for now.

As far away as possible from the demons.

Each time having to face them. Telling myself I am in control.

If it wasn’t for the lights in the dark then I’d surely be lost.

A puppet of my own mind.

Thanks to them, I’ve once again made it out.