These are the demons
that toy with my mind
that fire my synapses
the demons that linger in shadow
that sink into the fabric of my outer skin
and leave me wrestling with my beliefs late into the night
wondering to life after death
leaving me to tears
as I imagine meeting my end and the possibilities there after
my tongue knots
even my inner monologue runs dry
shaken
quaking
shattered
where the ends of the universe play through my mind's eye
and doubt engulfs me
chasing sleep from my future
an endless repeat
these are my demons
this is my hell