I have been fighting this goddamn demon for many nights now. I would drift about in a world of unreal monsters and beasts while my heartbeat slowed down to an almost inaudible thump. I would slay beasts with no face, just skin covered in words shouted and lay down my sword/ words after pulling the carnage of my solitary nights down swamps and canyons. Just trying to catch my breath for a second and just like that, she would pull me back into this. At that moment, I ached for the beasts. I ache to rather fight what I can and not have to face this heart terrorist. So I sit up in bed, staring out my window with two dogs peacefully sleeping. I try and close my eyes to take me back to the familiar lands of beasts.. where it is just me and the demons I know how to fight.