There is a demon that hovers about me, his thin and tattered robe trailing darkly behind me. He is gaunt and black, with a purplish hue to his face. At times he can appear quite beautiful. Mostly, he is hideous. He tries to hurt me. On the pommel of his dagger is the visage of one that I brought into this world.
His attacks hurt me. But he is dissatisfied. He has never gotten what he really wants. He thinks that if he can just hurt me enough, he will get it. So he increases the attacks. And I bleed.
He does not understand. He does not know what I know. He will never get what he wants, no matter the spatter and gore. He cannot break me from my veracity. He cannot eat my heart, though he may tear it from my chest, as he has done, and will likely do again. If he forces me from this life, I will go undefeated to my better place.
I just wish he would go away.
“Go Away; Loneliness. I don’t need you tonight.”