Thoughts in my head

These little minions,
Doing the dirty work of my darker self,
Plaguing my serene village,
They attack vulnerability,
Fear being their main course.
The monsters aren't under my bed
They are in my head,
Lurking under a veil of electric impulses,
The devil sits on my shoulder whilst
My guardian angel slumbers.
They are a menace, a dark menace.
The minions change perceptions,
their ability...