I lay in the familiarity
But it brings me no comfort
My body begins to shake
With the devils inside me
Thrashing and tearing against the walls
That keep them trapped in my body
But it does not satisfy my craving for oxygen
I cough, I gasp
But they will not let go
Held hostage to my own mind
My screams muffled by a closed throat,
I lay still, not wanting to breathe,
For it only makes it worse.
Breathing makes it worse.