Demon description from CRY rehearsal freewrite

There's a demon who doesn't want me to have anything, who throws my possessions and connections in the swine troughs and tries to feed me a vacuum, tries to disappear me. There's a demon who wants to frighten me away from being alive, to dry me up, to place me in his mantle piece collection--another glass woman in a perpetual disaster drill crouch. There's a non-being, a nothing, a blind spot that tries to force me to sin (defined: harm myself (defines: neglect to cultivate all what's Godly about me), to scare me, to blind me, to cast me away from myself. It's the mind fighting to be in charge without the groundwork of instinct or the fuel of intuition. There is a demon who seeks to confuse, to trip me up from my expanding spiral, to shrink me into a kearnal of dust like burnt corn ash stamped into the dirt of a dead field.