56. D - Demons

I lay on my bed
Unable to weep
Neither able to sleep,
It's a foreplay of fear and emotions
One is rising, the latter holding to burst
I feel cold in my throat, while vapours run down my spine
Winds blow by my ear
Fists tightened in fear
I can hear it, coming to me slowly
Afraid to move my neck, sensing it dance around my face
Coming alive are the demons,
Slowly i turn blue, entering into an abyss
Where my demons dance and I lose my stance
They hover questions like arrows
That pierce through the crevices of my heart
I dodge, i run, i hide
These demons eventually corner me aside
They're always a step ahead
Rather than power they fear instead
These demons are my anxiety
Filling me up with rage and gritt
Breaking my bones every bit
Making them thin as reed
As i let out with ink i bleed...