• polkadots 4w

    One day,
    I slept
    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
    ...my demons
    ©polkadots