Sometimes I feel like there's demons running amok in my mind, destroying everything in their path, as if trying to destroy time. Though sometimes it's peaceful and they retreat to the corners of my brain trying to be discreetful. But even then I know they're there I know they're just waiting for the moment I make a mistake, and the chains that bind them become so easy to break. And the moment they do I swear the moment those chains hit the ground, there's nothing but this terrifying sound, for just a second, and the next thing I know the whole worlds twisting and turning, everything inside me starts curling, and I don't even know what makes sense anymore because I'm losing all sense of direction. The air so tense you'd swear it was a death selection, but then again, what life is there to question anyway, all around me they all start to drop dead, and suddenly I'm sitting at the corner of my bed, wishing it was all a dream and I could just wake up. I stand, and suddenly I'm falling through the floor, as if beneath my feet just opened a trap door, locking me in a world where light can't be found anymore. I'm surrounded by the bodies of those who dropped dead, all except this boy by the name of Ted, who suddenly just ripped off my arms and legs, then before I could even scream I awake from another terrible dream. I'm suddenly awake and chained to a wall, my bare body shivering from the cold still in shock from the fall. Why I awoke here I had no clue, until I heard the tap tap tap of a shoe. A man approached me with a knife and a sadistic grin, promising to only give me a little trim. Then his smile grew to twice its size, as his knife slashed across my throat in line, with the devil himself who stood by his side. I gasped for air as best I could, but it was no use as I choked on my own blood. My body burning up and my brain giving out. I slowly died as my body burned up in invisible flames only I could feel. I feel myself drift away, the fire fading as I don't struggle to stay. Drifting to death I give a sigh of relief, hoping to finally say goodbye to this grief, but there's no such luck for me, I can't say goodbye from this pain so easily. I awake in a panic-eyes wide-gasping for breath-clenching my throat-and covered in my own blood. But the gash is gone, I'm perfectly fine. Sitting alone in the rain drenched mud I look to the sky, letting the rain wash away the crimson blood, finally enjoying a single moment of peace -I should've known better- and suddenly I'm screaming in pain, the rains turned to acid and its eating me alive, melting away the skin I used to call mine. It melts through my flesh through my muscle through my bone, destroying the vessel my soul called home, while I'm trapped in a world created by the dead zone. Under the acid I felt so cold, wondering if it'll end like this, trapped down here all alone. But when I open my eyes it's no longer the cold of death I'm feeling, it's the cold of the arctic region. Lying there in the snow, I'm picked up by all these tiny creatures. As if a million martins all dressed in red, just came and picked me up above their heads, tying me up in this bright silky thread. They dropped me near a fire inside a burning rubber tire. Then they threw me in the pot but the water just felt cold, fact is I looked around and the pot was nowhere to behold. I was suddenly standing at the bottom of the ocean, surrounded by creatures that show absolutely no emotion. I turned around and stood face to face with a man holding a trident and wearing a golden grown, standing next to a woman with a beautiful gown. They looked at me with eyes of disgust, before to me that trident was thrust, right through my spine and to the dust, as the anger in their eyes changed to blood lust. Then it all happens again and again, all around me all at once, all I see are the things I've been forced to be. Begging and hoping that it'll be the end every single time I have to watch myself drop dead. With these demons inside my mind, creating pain I'm forced to hide. Does it surprise you? Would it shock you? If I told you, that this is what's happening behind my mind? That every single second that I'm alive, that this is what's happening behind my eyes. All of this terror, insanity, and worlds full of darkness. Created by these demons, these monsters, dragging me to madness. If you ever came face to face with the demons in my mind, would you run? Would you hide? Maybe then you would understand why I'm trapped inside. So don't ever pretend to know who I am inside, if you've never even seen a clips of my hidden side. Just because you see a light inside my eyes, don't assume what you see is a living soul. What you see in my eyes is the light of death, the light of fear, and the light of pain. But don't think you'll ever truly get a look inside, because no matter how bad things may get in my mind, even when it's at its very worst, I can still hold a smile, I guess in reality I'm drowning in denial. But what can I say? The demons retreat and the chains strap them back to their seats. After they all sit down I'm right back where I belong without a frown. Even if in reality there's nowhere I could truly belong, only places in which I'll be bound. Against my will and without my words, bound to places I'm forced to serve. Forced to always wonder if it's what I deserve, as I live this way until I burn.