I first met GRIM when i was eleven,
but he'd been following me my whole life,
waiting for the right moment to strike
and wearing a black cloak to pass the time.
When GRIM got bored he would give me his cloak, coming out of the dark and into the light to shadow me in black.
GRIM got me thinking about life,
about death,
the only way to escape was to run and hide in my bed.
But when i awoke from my careless slumber, GRIM was always right there keeping me hostage.
GRIM taught me to be alone,
he taught me fine was my middle name,
white lie,
after white lie,
reality,
lonely,
the only thing i'd ever know.
Soon GRIM decided it was time for a new friend,
Nerve,
He introduced Nerve so i couldn't articulate my words,
Nerve told everyone to go away,
speaking for me,
puppet and puppeteer.
Nerve made me stay up all night,
writing things i'd never finish,
with every project i fell more behind,
GRIM would strangle me so i couldn't breathe,
let alone speak.
Nerve and GRIM made sure i only had to moods **** and okay. Low Highs and Low lows. They convinced me i was okay. But my okay was and is still not okay.
****.
I can't do this anymore.
I remember...
the days when GRIM would send me into a a pattern of down hill spiralling,
Eat,
Shower,
Sleep,
Eat,
Shower,
SLEEP,
EAT,
SHOWER.
The only way i could truly escape was to leave the land. But... i meet a new friend,
annie...
annie always said the sun would come out tomorrow but the sun never came...
The rain came with the thunder and the thunder brought the hurricanes,
hurricanes,
tornadoes,
buckling my knees,
deoxynate me,
starving,
don't breathe,
its the only escape.
annie was a good friend,
she charmed me with her optimsim and motivation,
giving me a shining mirror so i could see the future i'd been dreaming of,
annie left,
now all i see in her mirror is GRIM.
so the pattern goes...
Sleep...
FOREVER.
Just a piece i wrote the other day, i haven't edited it, sorry if its bad. this is how i express myself.