Demons of life

I haven’t been sleeping because my dreams look like nightmares, and my demons aren’t quiet.

Songs don’t help me sleep and I count up to ten for every response that I give, it isn’t hard to give in to their temptations, but still, I resist.

I count one, two, three, exhale and repeat.

My movements are organised and my presence looks dark, there is a tale between my eyes and my lips, of which no one is talking about.

Although, today, today I see that my demons are dancing and celebrating with my blood.

T.A.