My demons have gathered around me, I can feel them, I can see their shadows, I can smell their stench, it is the smell of death.
My head falls further towards my chest, eyes half-closed and red. I am slipping as the hours pass on this longest of nights.
My body is limp, I have no use for it now, the skeleton inside will soon be exposed as my flesh and muscle decays.
My brain works of a sort, but reason and logic are things of the past, replaced by the cold resignation of nothingness to come.

This is my darkest hour, and this is my darkest night.
If sleep ever comes, will I ever wake up.
My brain says no, my body says no, and my demons hiss loudly in assent.
I am just sat here waiting, waiting, waiting.

My demons claw at my body, enter my body, invade me, as my defence submits to their will. They're coming to take me.
I can feel them inside me, filled with hate despite their victory, demons cannot be euphoric only satisfied, briefly.
I am no longer here, my mind and body have passed into another realm, defeated, torn, ripped from my being.
But my spirit remains. It is a tiny flicker of light in the darkest corner of the darkest recess of my soul.

And I'm waiting, waiting, waiting.
Waiting for this last chink of light to dim.
My demons are gathered around trying to extinguish my light.
My being is empty there is a cold wind blowing through it, but still the light persists.
And I'm waiting, waiting, waiting, must I be here for eternity?
Take me now, you know I am yours, I have lost, take your ill gotten gains, but still I wait.

Then you came.
Magnificent.
A glorious being bathed in a soft warm glow.
And you were smiling as you wrapped your arms around me.
And you were crying as you caressed me, and your tears fell upon me like drops of pure love.
And hope entered this desolate place, and my tiny spark of flame flickered and brightened.
My demons cowered from you and retreated into the dark.
At the very last my angel came, and love was everywhere.

Oh my sweet, I came close tonight, so so close.
And when I was rescued it could only have been you, and you'll never know just what you did here tonight, and I may never quite know either.
Life, you still have me.