The monster, the monster is there pulling at the chains scratching pounding within my head.
It drips in leaving tracks of angst and loathing inside my mind filling my head.
Darkness over comes light as I search for that which is right.
I slowly start to lose sight
against all there is to fight.
As insecurities knawl at the nerve biting, I’m tired of all this fighting. Demons within my mind, my heart.
Leaving me blinded at the wars start. And yet the worst part leaves my ears ringing as whispering becomes shouting, shouting
becomes anger leaving me raging into the darkness of danger.
Self loathing thoughts delightfully fuel those simple yet perplex
insecurities leaving fire for demonic oh how simply non parodic..