Knights and Fiends

It’s as if something is growing within my body, becoming
larger and more insistent of its own self determined path. This thing, I can
feel it even now as it puts its spasm inspiring claws upon my lower back. This
thing feeds off my fears, my worries, my ever deepening sorrow. Even if I tell
myself that I’m happy and feeling great, it feeds off the reality of my
emotions. Feeding, consuming, growing larger and larger until what? Will this
demon within me split my skin, break through my ribs, become some incarnate
fiend of my raging mind and bleeding heart… I wish it would. If this thing made
itself known to me than I could become that Knighted soul I seek to be. I would
raise my cautious blade and strike down this foe of my existence. As I wield my
dagger, the prostrated villain of unbalance before me, I would make that final
merciful red line across its throat. Then, I could walk the earth once more, a
knight of swords, without the vertigo inspired highs and without the drowning
lows… Corse, I probably couldn’t write anymore if I did that. J