Anxiety

Demons in my mind try to take my soul.  They crawl just underneath the lightness of my skin.  They put pressure on the underside of my forearms.  Whispering, they say, "Let us out, we do not like to be imprisoned.  Let us out."  So tempting it is to release the cursed pressure that continues to build as the demons pour out of my mind.  I try to exhale them before they get to where they are headed.  Must be careful not to beathe them back in, for too many are flooding my body and poisoning my thoughts.  "Release us," they whisper, "release us out from behind your skin."  It sould be so easy to let them out.  A sharp edge drug across the skin, watch as it parts easily and the demons rides out the blood flow as it escapes its prison.  "Let them out," my mind tells me, "it would help, it would make them go away, let them out.  Stop being haunted, stop being cursed by these poisonous demons.  Force them out, you don't want them ther, make them leave, bleed them out."