There is a shadow following me,
down the road,
across the room,
through my dreams.
It whispers sweet thoughts,
of death and despair,
of betrayal.
What a horrible shadow,
that won`t disappear.
It brings me nothing but grief,
other than fear.
I wish I could cry and just get it out,
the pain I feel, since it`s lurking about.
It`s listening and waiting, just for a chance.
To pull me back under, to do a dark dance.
To spin me in circles,
to rip me to shreds.
To dip me back down,
and cut off my head.
To eat me alive,
to devour my soul.
To watch as I struggle,
to hear me as I yell.
I reach up towards the light,
but it pulls me back down.
It laughs as I shout,
like a big, scary clown.
It knows what I hate,
it knows what I fear.
Its living inside me,
its something I feel.
I know what it is,
nothing else it could be.
This monster here,
is none other than me.
Subject: This Monster 
Fri Apr 25, 2014 3:55 pm
