This is based on a poem/story thing I wrote on the sistersite. That poem actually came from watching Tokyo Ghoul but at the time I had never written a fanfic. So, I rewrote some of it to better fit my interpretation of Kaneki going insane because of Rize.

Enjoy :)

The Monster I've Become

Waking with a start to her voice in my head – my sanity hanging by a very thin thread.
Her mouth laced with poison and her face shrouded in darkness, with blood red eyes.
Like insects, she crawls under my skin and as I scream, she grins.
Quiet and soft, I can feel the heat of her breath as she speaks her lies.
"Shut up, get out," I curse, "tell me no more lies–"
Rocking back and forth, "show me no more eyes."

I see it now; I saw it then, that monster coming out time and time again.
I bash my head against the wall leaving behind a warm, crimson stain.
She looks at me with a twisted smile – how could that gorgeous face be so vile?
That lurking demon enjoys the game, a painful game inside my brain.
This hunger that I am craving for causes so much pain.
The way in which she breaks my body apart is terrifyingly inhumane.
Have I already lost my mind; does any human part of me remain?

And my crippled hands fastened down, constricted to my body and gown.
And underneath, my overwrought muscles twitch, and my bones break.
And a chiming clink comes from the buckles and belts as they clash against each other.
And staring into the void of my madness, I hug myself tightly and sit and ache.
And I laugh, then cry, then lie awake.
And wait for her to claw her way out – for insanity sake.

She laughs and shouts, and she makes me bleed – this monster, this ghoul – she'll never leave.
But I have faith in the sun – it gives me hope that in this darkness I will see the light.
Maybe the sun will make this never-ending nightmare come undone.
I am scared of the dark and of the monsters I've become – I give myself such a fright.
She'll whisper loud and she'll whisper terror, but I hug and tell myself that all will be right.
But all is not right, even my candle will burn out, and I will not see that morning sunlight.

Because in this place and in this room, I call upon impending doom.
Where nothing is or ever was, and where my mind slowly comes undone.

Yeah, I really love writing in this style, it is just so much fun.

* oh and, I know that he never went to a mental hospital but I liked the concept of it... that and the whole sunlight thing (his humanity) were kind of metaphors.

Hope you liked it :)