there are some changes coming about,
something ruthless uncovered,
seen through transperant glass,
an enemy lurking in the night.
The glow of the candle chilling my back,
the shadows dancing a ritualistic dance;
invoking everything in the dead of night.
A bubbling anger spilling lies
deformities ozzing out,
a sickning illness eating me alive.
The monster inside rips my flesh,
drinks my blood.
The people around me unaware of the changes,
ignorance covering their eyes
Screching like a banshee,
howling like a dog
my body llies sleepsless, a beaten corpse
drained of warmth.
I stand before myself,
carrying the world, breaking my back.
I walk away, every inch of flesh
I've buried my innocence
I drowned my voice
My life is over
the world is broken
and my hands are sore.