It's eating me.
Right now I feel it's fangs dig in.
You know the creature isn't going to let go for you,
You can shake,
Tear,
Stab,
And scratch at it.
But, it's still there.
Happy and healthy,
To be feasting on you.
Sometimes the creature grows too big,
Too big for you to carry,
No longer can you withstand it's sharp, icy, claws.
You know it's not going to leave you,
But, you still know it's time,
For it's life to end.
So maybe it's for the best.
If you just silence it,
Once and for all,
And bring yourself down with it.
