A wild creature resides,
roaming around inside
the dark passages
of the mind.
It rips apart
logical thought.
It crawls across the worn out,
torn old memories it finds.
Shredding the happy times,
whilst bringing photos
bounding to the surface
that you'd rather not see,
moments of deep decline.
Its like he has a skeleton key,
turning the locks on your sanity.
It hungers, thrives on emotion.
It strives. trying to control the taps,
commotion as the rushing feelings
start flooding the mind gaps.
A struggle to breath
in this deepening ocean.
When the dark mist descends
and day ends,
when loneliness creeps in,
like a drunk
trying not to disturb the peace,
but slamming into every surface,
smashing every glass ornament
that sits in place.
The creature welcomes it.
Making it feel at home,
like the wolf in a fairy tale,
but this beast has a forked tail.
It devours any magic inside,
dulls down lives
so they lose their shine,
making them feel like
you are just passing time
until the final bell chimes.
It sneaks any love away
from lips about to speak,
replaces it
with stumbled words
that fall heavily at your feet.
Whispering in
beastly groans,
words that want to harm you.
It grinds away,
as the hours fade,
down to the bones,
and it's now etching its name
like seaside rock through
every fragile brittle
porcelain-like frame.
I'm not sure who owns
the space within anymore,
I thought it was me,
but then throughout my head
that beast would roar.
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