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.