It spreads like a wildfire, like an incurable disease
It grows inside my own body
Armed with mechanical hearts and useless minds
This venom of a disease flows through my bloodstream
From the snakes that crawl inside my veins
I now crave the dark
I want the darkness with a little more light
An irresistible urge, I allow it to wash over me
Swallow me whole
But even after my soul turns black,
Deep down I know,
I need the light
The pain I have was too much to bare
I've turned numb
I want to feel, I want to live again
I surround myself with a different kind of pain
The dark and the deadly,
I become addicted
Like heroine, this venom, is inside my brain
Dig out my eyes so they can't see the truth
Murmurs and whispers, out in the light
Screams and cries, hidden inside the dark
No, no more
This is not how I want to live
Can you really call this living?
The others around me, succumb to this disease
We are all monsters,
With brains that are ticking time bombs
One by one, they are all gone
Each soul, each person, broken down to none
Maybe this world isn't where I'm meant to be
Eventually, they all start to leave one another
And then there's me
They say, "Sometimes letting go is your only chance of being free."
The clouds of yesterday come and go
The memories turn to tears
As I learn to let go
-Michelle
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The Illusion of Normal
Poetry"The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls." -Edgar Allan Poe A book full of dark secrets and trailing thoughts.