Darkness was all I could see but there was nothing I could do; the radiance had blinded me, making me turn away for a few mere seconds but, within that time, I found myself not being able to turn back.

I spotted a distorted figure within the consuming darkness, warning me to flee from my everlasting pain, "Get away... consu-- help us... soul..." Its voice was distorted, laced with pain but, just like a predator hunting its prey, many more abnormally-shaped figures appeared before my eyes.

'What did it say?' I remember asking myself as I suddenly felt myself sinking further, however, I didn't squirm because I knew that this was my fate but, I couldn't stop myself from raising a limp hand upwards, grasping for something I knew I couldn't reach.

I lifted my head to stare at the figures as the corners of my dry lips raised. Tears were streaming down my pale face as I heard the laughter of the tainted figures in the distance. It wasn't cruel, nor was it joyful; it was dull, no emotion to be found but, I knew, in that very moment...

They were my demons within.