Chasing demons

He struggles with each passing day. Normal activities are keeping him that way. He can no longer decide what is real or fake. The mind isn't settled. It cannot take one more word. He is running away from all truth. He could not bear to hear it. The deomons are louder overtaking what is left. The dark hidden corners will never be let out. People who love him want to carry him to a place, where light can be let in and the shadows will fade. He runs from the light as his heart begins to race. His skin starts to crawl and his mind sets the pace. All logic and reason are thrown to the wind as he rides ever faster numbing the roar in his head. Looking back as his fears become real he rides over people, hearts and all who have loved him. He feels no pain or bumps in the road. The demons are laughing as they drive him away. His mind has gone to places that his loved ones can't share. They become afraid of his voice and his stare. Where once there was the man in their lives, replaced by confusion and lies. They pray for the stillness and slowing of the mind, where the demons are racing and killing his time.