"Demons"
Demons kick their way into my head, spinning and laughing. Senses are dead. I cringe at their timing. They giggle and pinch me, their evil nails digging into my flesh.
I twist away, retching, coughing up vomit colored blood, dying. Hanging up here on this hook is no easy task, so here I swing, being tortured, swallowed up by the great escape.
I see no other background besides the green steel wall, leering above the piles of destruction left by my tormentors...-Nick Traina
(Nick lost his fight to manic depression... although, he did try very hard to win)

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