What scares me the most is being back in this place, the place that’s all darkness, the place I can’t erase.
I watch the sun as the rays try to shine through, but not in this darkness, there’s nothing here those rays can do.
As the darkness surrounds me, the demons become louder, their voices so loud, darkness is all I can see.
They crawl on my skin, make my body feel foreign, causing me to be vulnerable to let the dark in.
The demons continue to dance, the voices proving your lack of worth, making sure your soul stands no chance.
What scares me the most is being back in this place, the place that’s all darkness, the place I can’t erase.
The Other Side of the Semicolon 