And then I dreamt of my demons
They towered high above me with strength enough to crush my tiny 'self' to bits
I remember being scared and wishing with futility that they wouldn't torture me so
But even in the midst of that struggle, I couldn't yield
I twisted and turned, they were my demons and I knew them by name but I couldn't call them, I was terrified of my creations....
I was dying, no I died
Then I woke up...
Just like that, they had disappeared
My life was back on track... perfect
Now I could go back to indulging in them again