Demons

"But the world is so corrupt and justice must be served!" She screamed at the top of her lungs,
Tattered.
"If we didn't press for change the world would be colder than the ice age we live in now- and that's pretty damn cold!" She continued.

So furious, and determined to prove a point.
Her tiny little voice screams through the airwaves-
Air Length escape underneath her words.
Her tiny little fists want to pound on the floor- she wants to scream and throw her body to the linoleum.
Cold, hard, lifeless linoleum- just as cold, hard and lifeless as this fucking world.

The scream resonating in her head is piercing,
and painful.
Soundling like a million voices,
Telling her, whispering to her, all the terrible things that she "should do"

"It's OK" They whisper, "We are your friends," The assure.
"INSANITY! Leave me the FUCK alone!" She screams out loud.

The lights flicker,
Something....Something very dark has consumed her this past month.
She needs to escape it, but there is no escaping a demon that attaches itself to your being.
Because A body is weak,
But a mind is strong.

She inhales,
It's shaky like it has been.
Frail and Weak.
She knows deep down that she is stronger than these demons.

FUCK.

She breaks down, shaking (which seems to be the norm lately).
Fiercely shaking.
Like the addict that she is, although this time it's not from withdraw,
It's from these demons.
Which swim like the purest heroin through her veins.
Pure.
Fucking.
Heroin.