The demons in your head the ones your mommy warned you about,under the bed,behind the closet slowly making their way to your bed if you don’t sleep aren’t the real demons after all. It’s a myth they made up.
The real demons are those walking, talking ,breathing ones. That make your pulse rise, your feet quiver and your hand shakes with fear. Fear that they’ll someday fade away,get tired of all you have to offer and take a part of your soul that was only yours to begin with. They’ll love you and you’ll give them pieces of your heart-a gambling game of poker is what they play and the winner stands alone taking away as many pieces of different hearts it was given.
The more the variety of pieces, the bigger the winner.