Knashing teeth.
Clawing hands.
All of them pulling for their own teams.
Yet all tied by a common want.
The want to drag you further down with them into a desolate abyss.
To make you one of them.
Their tiny bodies riddled with the scars of fighting for their purpose.
Your body covered by sweat and blood.
The clothes you once wore so proudly are now nothing more than scraps.
They rejoice as you start to stumble.
Your purpose to stand lost among all your hopes and dreams that you're slowly forgetting.
The fears you once hide so easily are bubbling at the cracks in your armor.
They're fighting harder still,
Needing to make you fall to your knees.
You already know that they'll succeed
But you can't make yourself give in to what they offer.
They beckon harder.
The Demons...They're a part of you already.
