"It's back again", she says,
"the monster in my head."
He was tiny at first, quite a cute little thing;
Hours of entertainment, an emotional swing.
An experience of a sort
One of a kind
But before I knew it,
I was losing my mind.
He grew little by little
Week by week
Grew some feathers and some claws,
Even some talons, and a beak.
He put my hands on my skull, and spun me around
But it hit me when I realised
This wasn't a merry go round.
This
Was
Life
Quite real, quite profound
I tried to leave
But he chased me like a hound.
It had become the norm, to reside in my bed
Quiet and alone
Inside of my head.
I didnt need a soul
I was ever so flighty
My social isolation
Expanded un-mildly.
And now here I lie awake
But hardly even conscious
That this little pet of mine
Is a little obnoxious.
But I'll put my shoes on
And try hard to function
After all, its just another day
In my Sana-verse mansion.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 8:58 PM UTC
"It's back again", she says,
"the monster in my head."
He was tiny at first, quite a cute little thing;
Hours of entertainment, an emotional swing.
An experience of a sort
One of a kind
But before I knew it,
I was losing my mind.
He grew little by little
Week by week
Grew some feathers and some claws,
Even some talons, and a beak.
He put my hands on my skull, and spun me around
But it hit me when I realised
This wasn't a merry go round.
This
Was
Life
Quite real, quite profound
I tried to leave
But he chased me like a hound.
It had become the norm, to reside in my bed
Quiet and alone
Inside of my head.
I didnt need a soul
I was ever so flighty
My social isolation
Expanded un-mildly.
And now here I lie awake
But hardly even conscious
That this little pet of mine
Is a little obnoxious.
But I'll put my shoes on
And try hard to function
After all, its just another day
In my Sana-verse mansion.
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