Walking in Comatose

I'm well aware of what they're doing to me. And I'm tired of trying to fight it. My morbid fantasies no longer hold the same excitement they once did. Demons all around taunt me with fierce war cries, calling me to join them. The hiss of their breathing fills my ears, and I'm on the floor with my hands covering my ears, screaming. Tears stream down my face and sting unseen scars deep inside. Then a change comes over me and I'm laughing, a wicked laugh that comes from some unknown place in my soul. I've never felt like this before. So out of control. So dark, so powerful. In my submission, I've gained such strength. I have become something fierce, something so beautiful in all its harshness. The freedom I once sought so ardently I've traded for yet another imprisonment. I'll drink the syrup and swallow the 20mg, so long as the numbness continues to cover the pain.