There’s always something, something for the monster in the back of my mind to feed on. There’s always something there, keeping him from starving to death, even in the brightest of days, there’s always something, hiding behind the sunlight. Come darkness, it’s all that I can see. He rears his ugly head and sinks his claws deep into my brain, throwing it on its knees and shattering it into a million pieces.
I can hear him roaring relentlessly in the back of my mind, lurking; waiting.