Are these what they call demons?

They are inside of me,
they haunt me at night,
when the lights are out.

They come after me like a soft wind.
A soft voice waving in the air.

They lurk inside of me,
they twitch every single fiber of my body.
The hear me suffer.
They fell my pain,
and I feel theirs.

Now there is nothing to do
to prevent this from happening.
Nothing but scream and accept.
No one to hear me whimper.
No one to see my unrecognizable face

And these demons,
they know my voice
they know my name.
They see my past
And think about such forgotten days.