I wasted my time. Drowning myself in my mind. Rationalizing my demons. Forgetting not to feed them. I grew weak. Everything inside of me started to shriek. Like an alarm warning me, so to speak. I was blindly running. Bumping into everything, and my well fed demons found it funny. Not one edge of my world was clear. So I kept running out of fear. I tried to find a way out. I did everything I could. But I lost sight of myself. No one could save me. I had to make a decision. I had to finally be free. I woke up from this dreary dream. My demons still haunt me. They scratch and they scream. But I hold them prisoners. Just as they once held me.