Insanity.
It festers in your ears,
It grows in your tears,
With each tick tock tick tock second
You live with that one fear.
Don’t try to hide,
For those who live within the pride,
Will someday find,
That one day where they will surely die.

You see, with your own eyes,
The pale, the white, the sticky, the slim.
Those maggot flies,
Which fill your mouth,
Slinking down your warm throat,
Now they’ve gone south,
Deep they swarm within your core,
Where you once were warm,
Now you are frigidly sore.
They flood in a panic,
Multiplying in a frantic,
Their slim drips from your ears,
Then the tears,
Finally all you can speak is that one fear.
They eat you alive, feeding their bone breaking selves,
All you can do is break your screaming cells.
You’ve met the thing that eats the dead.
Welcome to your 2 foot wide, 6 foot deep, wooden bed.

I feel the anger rise within,
Like fire I know I can't control it,
It's burns a hole through me,
I am now the monster I fear,
The monster I can't break,
The monster I can't get rid of,
The monster I know is festering within.

I hear the screams of my family,
They plead with me to stop,
I see their eyes,
So full of sorrow,
And all I can do is be the monster I am.

The itching of not finishing what I started,
The unfinished killing,
The unfinished taste of blood,
I itch for them to stop,
Stop screaming,
Stop pestering,
Stop pushing my limits!
I know what will come next is a demon,
Which is worse than any monster.

The black demon is bold,
It's vicious and cruel,
Always searching for a taste of blood,
Only stopped till the crack of the prized possession,
Or the rip of the human flesh.

Here it comes, I know I feel it,
My loved ones haven't figured out to stop fighting,
Stop!!!
I scream ****** ******,
They can't hear me, I can't even hear myself...

My little sibling throws a punch,
Setting off the one I fear,
The one who growls,
The one who bites the flesh,
The one who scratches, ripping skin...

I don't mean to be cruel,
I don't mean to be rude,
I don't mean to be fierce,
I don't mean to ****.
But here I am doing just that.
I killed the sibling,
Mom,
Dad,
All I'm left with is the tears of depression from my true soul...

I told myself from a young age,
This is how I was,
This is how I live,
This is how I survive,
With an abusive family,
Comes with a defense,
A defense that is under the control of them.

The more you pester,
Bite,
and Kick,
The more you suffer,
Bites,
and,
Hits,
My suggestion to you is;

Keep yourself controlled,
If you desire
never to waste an eternity of hours...