They say that burdens will get easier with the passage of time.
What if time itself is at a stand-still?
Does the gun tell you that it's getting better?
The blood pumping in my head
like a second heart.
My own mind
is poisoning me
from the inside.
Can you see?
My love, can you feel?
Can you feel
the insanity in me?
They say that the devil exists in us.
My own devil is me.
My own devil haunts me everyday.
Friends and family,
will you love me when this monster lays claim to my consciousness?
Devoring,
conquering,
darkening,
growing,
everything that I touch and care for
is what the monster in me is destroying.
The monster.
The invisible cuts and bruises
physically
and the trauma
mentally,
my memories
have never failed to remind me.
The monster.
It is my mind.
Driven to insanity
during the day
and night,
I wonder how long it will be until I forget my own name.
The monster.
It is my heart.
People would've preferred if
it was made of bolts and cogs
and if it ticked like a clock.
My heart is sweet-
it may be bittersweet
and sour.
So, please, decide.
Will you leave or stay
in the last hour?
