Pins and Needles

Living within shadows - darker than a clouded night. I'd lay down with my demons- so that we didn't have to fight. Engulfed me and my spirit- as if it were just up for grabs. The evil it consumeded me.- It took everything I had. I sought out ways to cure my pain- and the devil saw his chance. He shackled me to death itself- and he pressed us both to dance. He whispered in my my ear- with words that justified this place. And well before I knew it - there was a sensless feel of "safe". It made sense when it it shouldn't have.- It warped my mind and soul. But now if I'm without it- I feel as though I am not whole. What wicked form of evil- blinds the mind and numbs the heart? Why does it claim our souls- under our nose right from the start? It sucks your sense of logic- before you touch it only once. I wish I could explain it- but just words they won't do much. What really terrifies me- is only victims understand. The science study's great- but it is just a grain of sand. It does not make much sense- because there's ultimatly none. There's no way to describe it,- misunderstood by everyone. It isolates in secret;- makes you suffer all alone. It's why we hide in shadows- to hide our shame from everyone. I guess the scary part- is knowing here within the dark.. that those who've not experienced- cannot understand these wars. Unless, of course, they take a step- and take a brief dive in. They'd finally know the secrets- of what evil lays within.