He hides in the darkness and in my dreams...watching and waiting, He know my hopes and my fears...he torments me like a cat playing with a mouse, He shows me the past...he reminds me of my pain from which I hide, Those memories those loses...of my heart and my innocence, I can't be defenseless against him...He knows too many ways to hurt me, I arm myself with my fear and a blade...the blade brings me comfort, I cut him just enough to keep him away...It eases my weary soul, The blade is my only weapon against him...My salvation at the end of the blade, Like a solider at war with myself...with the scars of a thousand battles, I know this war is far from over...We have fought against each other for many years, I've won every battle so far...Because, I am still here, He has not destroyed me yet...Because the demon is me.