These little monsters
Follow me around.
I need to run,
Outrun them now.
They run miles,
But never slow down.
Living in my head
Until I am dead.
Shall they follow me
To the grave?
Six feet under,
But there they lay.
Would they
Still have life,
If I am to die?
Would they still speak whispers
Into my mind?
For they are infested
Into mine.
But what am I thinking?
My enemy is me.
I am unkind to myself,
Left my senses to flee.
They are just a small
Depiction of myself.
For I am not them,
Nor anyone else.
Nov 11, 2023
Nov 11, 2023 at 2:41 PM UTC
These little monsters
Follow me around.
I need to run,
Outrun them now.
They run miles,
But never slow down.
Living in my head
Until I am dead.
Shall they follow me
To the grave?
Six feet under,
But there they lay.
Would they
Still have life,
If I am to die?
Would they still speak whispers
Into my mind?
For they are infested
Into mine.
But what am I thinking?
My enemy is me.
I am unkind to myself,
Left my senses to flee.
They are just a small
Depiction of myself.
For I am not them,
Nor anyone else.
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