The monster living inside of my brain
destroys and destructs.
Driven by the ultimate insanity
that drains the life out of skipping
heart beats.

His claws,
evil with envy
scratching my skin into


an abnormal form of flesh
the tone was sweet and smooth
believable to my shy
and tender ears,
he owns the title
of a cruel criminal.
covering skin with satin







sheets of sorrow.
Control
he craves as the
minute hand begins
to wander around the clock.
Leaping from patches of flesh
playing hide and seek
with the crawling insects.
Speaking to me
Through the forms of
self destruction
and glistening starlight
of eyes.





The beetles are stinging with swords.






Hollow





to be hollow, like his heart.






To the heavenly heights. The choking grip





Leaving fingerprints pressed into my worn flesh.