When was the last time that you have felt as if there was something in your back?
You that is not a witch or a wizard, but simply a person – did the feeling not ever pass? Not even when you were pressed onto a wall, with no space in your back? And still, it was breathing down your skin? Something with no substance but so much weight?
That is how demons take hold of you!
They linger around everywhere you go, and wait for a weak moment of yours.
Have you been laying awake, desperately waiting for the sleep to come while the sun was rising and your neighbour was plagued by a nightmare that caused their heart to give in?
Nightmares can spread, you know?
Have you lost your path for a wild moment deeply in thoughts on your lonely way home through the forest one fateful day in winter?
Have you wished for a sign on the horizon?
That is when they take you over.
At first only resting in your back.
Weightless like a heavy cloud and ready to burst.
Waiting for a dreamful sigh of yours to move into your head.
To chase your soul away.
To banish it into your heart, which pumps your melancholia through your veins.
You shiver and struggle.
You fight against the boundaries of your flesh.
Against the web it caught you in.
You sweat, you break your bones, but no escape.
The demon owns your head.