What I’ve become
You are my infection my disease, you are the sickness inside of me. Never forgotten and never released from the torture brought upon me. Becoming the monster the bright light conveys becoming the creature hidden from face. Darkened by ages mind of state to the place not even love could hate; and deep behind those eyes of past is the chemical reaction stat. The perfect mix of mental pain hardened thoughts slowly trained. Trained to shield hide and change the opinion of others to keep from shame; to keep from honest gaze, a sickly horrid maze. Into the face through the eyes of the monster deep inside; the monster that built the infectious disease the monster caged apart of me, brought by you my very past will it lead to the ending last.
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When something changes you and drives you to become the enemy inside.