Demons;

We all have our own demons.
Reasons why we can't sleep on the darkest of nights.
Why we fear most what we don't know.
No two are exactly the same.
Fed by some sick form of the imagination.
Illusions to haunt us in our worst of times.
The weak crumble, feed into there call.
We've all relapsed into that state of mind.
One where you no longer had control,
There you think you are at your worst.
But no fear is greater then when you let it take over.
Let it kill the pain, to make you numb.
Stuck in your own world,
Switching from reality to terror,
Only to go right back again.
Both are frightening in there own twisted ways.
But we all have our own demons,
No two are exactly the same.