Am I ever safe from my greatest enemy?
If I fly into space, will they still chase me?
If I cloth myself in armor, can they wound me?
It's all in my head.
It's impossible to escape it.
You can't extinguish it without doing so to yourself.
But, maybe I don't need to be safe from me.
Maybe my inner demon morphs me into something bigger, better.
Or maybe it'll slowly drain the light from my eyes.