#InnerDemons

[strawberrysaxon]

🙏💜🔥💀

[ecaterinarahmaniuc]

The echoes of betrayal carved deep, turning pain into madness, and leaving her lost in a world only she could see.

[yuarose]

More experimenting…

[abn-iiblis-666]

Nobody tells you this but sometimes the healing hurts more than the wound.

Abn Iiblis

[carloswritesooks]

A Light That Bleeds

By: Carlos Davila Medina In shadowed halls where silence seethes, My mind, a crypt of whispered griefs, Each thought a fang, each breath a blade, I wander lost where light decays. A mirror cracks with every scream, Reflections stitched from broken dreams, The glass-eyed demon leers inside— My own dark face I cannot hide. He speaks in tones of childhood shame, In lullabies of guilt and…

[sup3rqu33n]

in the tub i killed a spider.

it reminded me of tyler.

watched it struggle, watched it writhe;

just another sacrifice.

as he weeps about his pain,

he’ll keep stabbing til I’m drained;

like a predatory bleeder,

victim camouflages reaper.

poured shampoo, watched it drown,

spider struggled, flush it down;

it’s me in my innocence,

trapped in tyler’s cold pretense.

to tyler, i'm that spider there;

to spider, i'm its worst nightmare;

i'm a predator yet prey,

shifting roles like night to day.

think of tyler, not the spider,

one so cruel yet i'm no kinder;

drained my heart, he played for free

with my spider misery.

[animerhythm]

Experience the astounding journey of Thorfinn, the protagonist of Vinland Saga, as he battles his inner demons and seeks redemption amidst a brutal Viking era. This epic social media reel captures Thorfinn's courage, determination, and evolution as a warrior.

[pisssstachio]

my sleep paralysis demon sweet talking me to death

[edopalomino]

This is one of five photos from a series where I explore different emotional states through this small doll. In this one, fear is portrayed.

[wouldntyoulikeyoknow]

“Empty Tabs”

I light the screen like a cigarette flame, Familiar clicks, but it’s never the same. Faces I don’t know, names I won’t learn, A ritual repeated just to feel the burn.

Not fire on skin, not touch or embrace— Just echoes of bodies in digital space. I chase a high that's hollow and thin, Every climax leaves me lonelier again.

It’s not desire, not really—not love, Just a ghost I keep feeding when push comes to shove. A symptom, a scratch I can't stop bleeding, A stand-in for warmth, for actual meaning.

Each night I promise, “Tomorrow I’ll stop.” Then I scroll past the guilt 'til my soul wants to drop. It’s not the porn, it’s the silence it hides, The ache of an empty place no clip can disguise.

I don’t want pixels—I want a hand. Not just to hold, but to help me stand. I want someone’s laugh, not synthetic moans, But here I sit, addicted and alone.

[its-joyeeta-blog]

Nut case

Nut caseSunken eyes, ghostly pallor in placeMy body shrieks, protests and groansDemons dance in a beautiful headSafest place, then, seems the bed.Will it help to obscure my face?The voices cackle, “But you’re a nutcase!”I cover my ears, dig my nails in deepBlankets unto my chin I dragTurn off the lights and shut the blindsNot a brief respite, nor rest I find.My heart pumps so, it’s running a…

[lonehymn]

The Devils She Didn't Mean to Wake

Should I blame her for waking up the devils within me? The ones I buried long ago under silence, under smiles. She touched places I thought were sealed, stirred memories I fought to forget. But maybe it wasn’t her fault. Maybe those devils were never truly gone... just sleeping, waiting. Her presence didn’t create them... it revealed them. In truth, she held up a mirror. And in that reflection, I saw the cracks, the wounds, the unfinished healing. It hurts, yes. But maybe this pain is the start of something necessary. Maybe awakening the devils is the only way to finally face them. And maybe, just maybe, they lose power once they’re seen.

[yuarose]

Always there…

[abn-iiblis-666]

We Fall, We Break, We Fail, but then.

We Rise, We Heal, We Overcome.

Abn Iiblis

[carloswritesooks]

The Hollow War

By: Carlos Davila Medina In the silence where shadows breed, I wage a war no soul can see. A thousand voices in my head, Each one thirsting to be me. Their claws are ink, they write my fate On walls I built too late, too thin. They whisper truths that rot like lies, And feed the fever deep within. By candle’s edge, the darkness sways, A serpent coiled in soft deceit. It knows my name,…

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]