It's like my skin was ice,
and all I wanted to do was skate.
With the sharp metal pressed against my body
I had no more thoughts left to stop me.
I was being consumed by the monster,
that lived inside my mind.
Not only was I left with physical scars,
I was damaged on the inside.
The monster trying to claw it's way out
beat me until there was nothing left.
I sat in wonder,
trying to figure out if he was still with me.
I had no signs, but I could never be too sure.
He always had a way of letting me know of his presence,
Sometimes I would meet him in my dreams,
or I would see his name in the blood on my skin.
but more often than usual,
I could always find him in my shadow.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
It's like my skin was ice,
and all I wanted to do was skate.
With the sharp metal pressed against my body
I had no more thoughts left to stop me.
I was being consumed by the monster,
that lived inside my mind.
Not only was I left with physical scars,
I was damaged on the inside.
The monster trying to claw it's way out
beat me until there was nothing left.
I sat in wonder,
trying to figure out if he was still with me.
I had no signs, but I could never be too sure.
He always had a way of letting me know of his presence,
Sometimes I would meet him in my dreams,
or I would see his name in the blood on my skin.
but more often than usual,
I could always find him in my shadow.
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