Oh, I have an alien
Yes, indeed I do
It's just unseen
It's eats at my brain
With its claws and teeth, you see
Never ending ecstasy
Until it grows bolder
Then it only lingers and burrows
Til there isn't any mornings
Darkness takes over
Fatigue and anger number one
There isn't any sun
Why isn't there any sun?
I always grow colder
Less feeling
Less emotion
Until it hits
My mind splits and twists
Than I'm all over
Trying to scrap up the pieces
Off the walls and off the glass
It makes me cry every time
Because I lose my more than my mind
Speaking from experience
I've lost two families
And the one I thought would be a part of mine
YOU ARE READING
Poems by the Whispers
PoetryPoetry, I write to stop the parasites eating at my mind. I do add content to this each week. Thank you for reading.
