Demons

My demons are my shadows

Keeping their distance but always by my side

Growing

They follow me even in the brightest of days and darkest of nights

They creep close enough to see silently waiting to corrupt my mind

With coal covered clouds

They yearn for my downfall

Welcoming me to sit with them in the corner as they grow around my spine

Whispering how proud they are in my defeat

Snickering at my relapse

Rocking me back and forth reminding me how many times I have failed again and again

There’s nothing I can do to escape their clutches you see these demons are a part of me inside of me and always on my footsteps

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