There's an unanswered question lurking in the darkness. Shouldn't I feel happiness from the devils within me? Why does it seem like they have left me behind?
A questionable event has happened to me. Why is it uncomfortable not to feel their terrifying presence? I shouldn't look back, so why am I searching for them? What am I looking for?
I kept looking for them unknowingly within the depths of my being. I hated them intensely, always trying to find ways to eliminate and destroy them.
A thought crossed my mind: Am I insane? I can't identify what's missing. There's a void that needs to be filled. Could they be causing these absurd thoughts? It's almost laughable.
Something ridiculous comes to mind. What if those demons are just seeking acceptance, looking for a place to belong? Are those beings a part of me, the ones who caused my suffering?
I have some outrageous thoughts. What if those devils are in pain just like me? What if my pain is longing for comfort? Could these devils inside me feel the same? What if my pain itself is the devil?