The Monsters

They’re everywhere.
They’re nesting,
festering,
making themselves at home.
They’re eating me alive
from the inside,
but those horrible, pounding voices
are just my own.
The shadows on the walls watch me,
and they never leave me alone.
They take what’s mine;
I try to breathe,
but they only drag me down
while my brain contains my pleas.
Petrified
to close my eyes,
because I’m not a normal
broken soul.
I smile
but I don’t.
My body aches,
my tears swell,
my anger breaks,
and my heart is still stone cold.
I’m just a host
to a parasite I can’t tame,
and to them it’s just a joke
Whoever loses the game
is broken and maimed
leaving only a ghost
and I lost
a long
time
ago…
They’re everywhere.
They’re nesting,
festering,
and I am now their home.
But I really, really don’t want to be around
when those
damn
monsters
take control.
Category:Monsters
Category:Poetry