Sometimes I forget to breath
A nagging voice, gnawing at my sleeve
My demons,
at the gates they seethe
Begging for me to set them free
Darkness beckons me,
with its ecstasy
Clawing from the inside, but
Outside I crack and wither
Like these scars are all that’s left of me
Picture perfect portrait of paranoia
Sunken eyes
My inner voice has distorted
Causing me to toss and turn,
and become contorted
Foreign is my reflection
The Dark Man has trapped me
With his apathy
I let him in
Depression wins
A journey into the dark. The core of my abilities is in my courage to converse with the darkness. An eternal struggle