Pressed Against the Blackness

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Pressed Against Blackness

Lurching and swerving, I careen through my days.
The sweat burns my eyes, the blood my soul.
Leering and beckoning, the demons descend-
Their claws raking my body, the foul breath on my wounds;
Like leeches gorging on the scarlet fount.
Cornered, pressed against the blackness;
How much longer do I withstand their bestiality?