He's back.

You don't see the demons coming, sneaking up again. A withered hand covers your eyes as they whisper into your ear 'Succumb...i'll give you eternal peace'. You scream and fight and struggle. You know you're getting weaker as the night grows mature. You know you're feeling lonlier and ever more scared. The other devils play horrid imaginative scenes, putrid screams as they throw you into your hell surrounded by your nightmares. Behind the horde stands a single person. He is no demon but he is their master. He is the strongest. He is your mirror, your evil and dark, your weakness. He has your strengths and knows how to handle you, especially which demon to throw to you. The torture, the first night of hallucination, the second night of terror. The third of transformation, the fourth he will savour. He feeds on your weakness, growing as you weaken. You need someone to rely on now you cannot fight anymore. More he takes until he becomes you. Until he becomes strong enough to come out again as a personality. He does things others consider heartless and ruthless. He is the opposite of who you are.

He taunts you of your loss, how each could have not been if you weren't so weak. He sniggers at your falls, which couldn't be prevented as he trips you. Day by day he strips you of that hope you wield, every minute fiercer the temptation to yield. You dare not sleep, you try to hide. You shut out the world in futility to shut him up. And you watch him eat your soul to take your place. The devils chain you up, battered and weak. The mocking laugh is all around but you are too weak to even open an eye. You swear and curse and pray for this life to end.

Suddenly the night is over and you jump awake. You heave a sigh of relieve but that air will never go...because he will be back again tonight. Stronger. Better. Faster. And yourself...a step closer to losing all control. Maybe with the light of another you may win. But even so, he will thrash to make himself escape and make sure...only one king can exist in that body.



For the past year. Especially at this time last year. This was how i felt everynight. I don't understand why it's coming back to me now...why am i still mourning? Why do i still miss her this hard? Is it even natural for feelings to last this long under the circumstances...