A grip

Tight

Hard

Arms like a vice
Constricting my breath

I struggle
I scream
I scratch and bite

I have fought these demons for years
They hunt in packs
One is never enough
They cling to my exhausted limbs
Weighing me down

Deep down

Spewing poison in my wounds
Burning
Corrosive on my body

In their eyes I see images
Flashbacks of mistakes I've made
I hear their voices
Laughing
Mocking me

"Did you really think we were gone?"

Their numbers have increased
More eyes
More voices
More weight

I'm on my knees
Heavy breath
Pounding heart
Wanting to scream
But lacking my voice
Wanting to fight
But lacking my strength

It's getting hot
I know where I am
This is the road to Hell
Helping hands never came
They fear the demons
I don't blame them
They are heavy

Pulling them behind me
Like chains strapped to my body
My flesh lies like a red carpet behind me
Scraped off against the road to Hell

Every once in a while
They let me get a step or two further from the gate
Only to add another demon or two

I am parched
Lungs burning
Tears dried out

Just a little bit longer
One mission left
Before I can let myself be

Taken by demons