"If my demons were insects"

The demons inside my head are like insects.
 
Each one has its individual ways of torture and kill.  
Constantly trying to fight them off has me worn out as if all my life journeys are up hill.
 
Like mosquitos they all suck the life out of me,
Mosquitos taking blood while the demons take my energy.  
 
The demons from the inside they torture me amd slowly steal the oxygen from my brain,
At least the spider gives its prey a little injection of poision to numb the pain.
 
I can feel the pain inside of my soul like a swarm of bees In my ear the buzzing creates a type of ringing,
There is not a moment that goes by that I cannot feel the stinging.  
 
Like a spider displaying its beautiful web creations around as a traps for the unfortunate ones to cross their path,
The demons to desplay their web of lies insdie my brain and they sit back and laugh.