We always knew demons from books, stories, movies, portraying a presence hard to accept. Someone or something that haunts your dreams, kills a good guy, acts as an obstacle between happiness. But, beneath the smile we flaunt, we hide a rather uglier version of a demon beneath us.
“I love you” some ordinary syllables acting like bullets that hit you when you least called for it. They bring you to life, compell you to love the feeling it beholds and eventually decays you. Pulling you towards a deep hole you later find yourself helplessly trapped into. Crawling, feeding onto your flesh, flowing inside your veins, breathing your only air.
And when you tremble in pain with your heavy heart, screaming out all your strength in acceptance to your weekness, it looks back at you saying,
“You wanted me, well, here i am.”