Inside myself I dwell.
Alone and in hell.
A prison not of my choosing.
Locked in a battle that I am losing.
So tired I have become of the fight.
A I struggle to see the light.
There is a monster I can not see.
Which dwells inside of me.
And never alone shall it leave me.
Until I lay dying and bleeding.
Forever I shall be sleeping.
As the darkness puts out the light.
And my soul gives up the fight.
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