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    The monsters in my mind
    Are taunting me through eyes
    That laugh at me,
    Scratch at me,
    And beg for time to play.

    The monsters in my mind
    Distort my face,
    Curl my lips into a snarl of pure disdain.
    My skin and nose become reptilian,
    The hands that touch my features
    Become claws of smoke.
    I laugh at my shell, it is a joke.

    The monsters in my mind
    Allow no time for rest.
    They coo at me,
    Bleeding for attention.
    Timid, I close my eyes.
    My attempt is feeble,
    And the monsters are inside.
    My shell takes shape,
    It bends to their temptation.
    They have control of me,
    And I am pushed aside.

    The monsters in my mind
    Are always there.
    Each glimpse of my reflection
    Reveals my inner self,
    But my eyes hold their stare.
    The monsters are aware,
    I usher them back in, but to where?
    My mind is not my own,
    This is not my face.
    I do not recognize myself,
    Has this become my fate?

    The monsters in my mind
    Are keeping me awake.
    They are alert,
    And cannot be tamed.
    I am screaming, crawling,
    Begging for relief.
    My eyes mist from the thought
    Of them leaving me.
    But who can I tell?
    Who can see?
    The monsters in my mind are me.
    Who could understand my dependency?

    They cannot see my claws of smoke
    Or hear my hooves
    As they tap on the petrified wood
    That encases the entrance to my darkest fears,
    My deepest secrets,
    The parts of my mind that frighten
    And intrigue me.

    The monsters in my mind
    Are cruel.
    They are my secret burden,
    My constant delight.
    They plague my eyes to see
    Livid dreams of what could be.
    They need attention,
    They feed on my weakness,
    They devour my light,
    And I am grateful.

    I enjoy the familiar prickle
    That shudders over my shell as they enter my mind,
    Controlling my thoughts.
    It consumes me,
    Washing over me .

    The monsters in my mind
    Hold me captive.
    I am Stolkholmed to their urges.
    I hold no breath that resists the be tainted
    By their gruesome illusions.
    They entice me,
    Feed me,
    Satisfy me,
    Until my gluttony physically handicaps me.
    I try to stop, I attempt to purge my mind,
    But when they ask me why
    I lose my will to try.

    The monsters in my mind
    Never fault.
    I am laughing at the pain,
    The idea of harm doesn’t hurt.
    They will never fail,
    I will never waste.
    I am them,
    And they are me.

    There are monsters in my mind
    And though I know no rest
    I am at peace.
    Death no longer frightens me.

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    Monsters

    The monsters in my mind
    Are keeping me awake.
    They are alert,
    And cannot be tamed.
    I am screaming, crawling,
    Begging for relief.
    My eyes mist from the thought
    Of them leaving me.
    But who can I tell?
    Who can see?
    The monsters in my mind are me.
    Who could understand my dependency?

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