Evil forces have slowly taken over my mind. Bit by bit they have infiltrated, undetected and undeterred, spreading their lies through every nook and cranny of my sanity. I fear, now that I finally realise this, it may be too late. I do not trust my thoughts as I do not trust my actions. I cannot know anymore if they are mine or the vile whispers of these demons. For demons they are. Twisted and demented, they take great pleasure in tormenting me, in messing with my mind till there’s nothing left but a mad man’s screams echoing in my skull. I my rare moments o clarity I fear for myself but more so for others. I am but a puppet to them, a play thing to be discarded once they have had their fun. But these demons true evil lie in their appearance and deceit. They’ve tricked me with their angel faces, their sweet lies, their, seemingly, righteous intentions. But I have pierced this thick vale of trickery. I have seen their true faces. I have seen their true grotesque bodies and perverse intentions. There are indeed many demons plaguing my dreams but a few have stood out as particularly dominating. One is the demon of love. Of love and health yet, ironically, devoid of both. This demon is not one to take lightly. While seemingly benign in it’s actions it is not it’s actions that are the most dangerous but rather it’s in-actions. Do not let her sickly and feeble appearance fool you as it’s erratic behaviour and alluring vices have taken a toll on me much more than I would have expected. Another demon, of a more recent surfacing, is the demon of courage. This is a two faced demon, it’s other symbolism I will not utter here. This one is playful yet surprisingly powerful. More inclined to subterfuge yet very attractive even without. It’s cleaver rhetoric has enthralled me, almost a true mach for my intellect. Though it’s hold on me is not as deep I fear this one the most. It enjoys games, well crafted charades at my expense and while I have been able to avoid and anticipate many of it’s moves thus far I worry my strength will not hold for long. And if this demon breaks through my defences it’s effects may be devastating. I can only hope I can hold for long enough so that it’s interest vains and it moves to other pray. Yet even as I write I cannot help but feel strangely flattered by the attention of this rather powerful demon. But I must fight it. Alas the final demon the demon of victory. Victory of the people none the less. This demon seems curiously lacking in weapons yet it’s hold is perhaps the strongest. Much less tempestuous than the others it’s strength comes from patience and unmenacing words. Gradually wining my trust almost convincing me it has my best interest at heart. Because of it’s relative slowness this one is not my priority still I mustn’t underestimate it’s threat.
But there may yet be hope. Even as their grip grows a strange force starts to burn. A small twinkle at first but becoming more bright every moment. For, as I was christened perhaps prophesying this turn of events, I am the man of the light and the light will save me. The light is the hope. It will cure me of my demons purging their wretched stench. I will be free and clean, sterilised and blank. I shall feel no torment, no burning desire, no maddening dream just peace. Bright, clam, empty peace. And I will be free …
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Note: There are some practical ways of exorcising these demons. I will not list them here as they may have different, sometimes, ill-effects on the varying demons one may posses, or rather be possessed by. I will tell you of just one. The messenger, this unassuming small piece of software while seemingly rather harmless, useful even, is in fact the Spawn of Satan – Destroyer of Worlds, Purveyor of Sorrows, Corrupter of Innocences . I for one am rid of it until it’s shadowy poison shall be purged from my body.