I sit and stare in silence, silence that induces emotion and amplifies myself. My thoughts scream. They holler. They rage. The demons want out. I allow them to play.

We wander together through the chambers I’ve created; the rooms where I hide my secrets in time; those places where I figure it’s safest to hide. The demons speak. I listen. In silence, I listen.

They tell me of the mistakes I’ve made. The reasons I can’t bear to remember. The reasons it’s time to remember. The reasons it’s time to forgive her. My head shakes in the silence. I’ll never forgive her.

The demons show me the mirror. They want me to see. They want me to be. They need me to see, to see that I am she. She is me. My head shakes in the silence. I feel the demon’s impatience. We begin to rage.

The silence is laced red. I feel the heat as our glances meet and ignite a fire in my head. The demons think they’ll win. They think; I know. I know that they are aware of my sin. They know death is my friend. My hands feel what my heart bears; what my lust takes, my skin wears. I am the demon. Now the demon snares…

The demons show me the achievements I’ve gained. I feel my darkness might drain. My head shakes in the silence. The demons reclaim the path that we’ve laid. I sit and stare in the silence. My soul shivers. My bones quiver. The moans… those are mine. The silence… so divine.