I haven’t been awake to meet with my demons lately. I hear them knocking, feel them breathing on my neck. They feel so close, but I know I’m too far. In my eyes, they became weak. Only able to live by feeding off the life of a lost soul. They mean nothing to me anymore. I felt them try and make a place within me once again, but my body rejected their poison. The evil I held so dear to my heart no longer has a place there. I admit it, I almost killed me and I gave in one too many times. But I’m still here, stronger and more grounded than ever. Each day I feel my demon get weaker more and more each and every day.