I do not have a mind.
I have a traitor within my skull.
He pounds and
pounds
and pounds away
At all that I used to be.
He is disgusting and slimy and he whispers to me.
Whispers and whispers and
whispers things.
And the things he whispers are slimy,
Just like him
But I cannot destroy the
Monster
Because he is a part of me.
He is my own creation.
And as long as I exist, he exists with me
He exists and he
whispers
Whispers and whispers and
Whispers things
