To love a demon
is to live in sin. To know the truth yet yearn for lies. It is to trust the darkness and find your way in it, believing you have the gift of sight when all you have mastered is trauma. You know where the lies hurt, so you don’t ask the questions that pierce your heart. It is to live in deception, looking for signs that will never be there. It is a dance performed without an audience, an endless rehearsal of sorrow, pain and tears.
To love a demon is to hope in vain. This battle is beyond you. Of this cloud, there will be no silver lining. Endless clouds will gather, but the drought that has taken over your heart and the dryness that accompanies it in your throat will persist.
Perhaps you persist because you assume it will get better, that your kind words, long conversations, reaffirmations and prayers will provide healing. After all, you have done this before- Freed a man from his demons, and made his mind whole. But there will be no next time my dear. You assume that this demon is regular with the singular purpose of affliction. Nay, your man hosts a thousand dark thoughts and his dark soul houses starless nights. You ,my dear, cannot love a man who houses a colony, you cannot cradle this kingdom in your hands.
For our name is legion and we are many.
