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