A Trapped Mind
You think demons just belong to the murderers and addicts?
Think again.
They belong in all of us.
And you don't know shit until
You feel them clawing at your consciousness threatening to take you over.
Your mind lay warped of decisions past.
The smoke is too thick and you've forgotten how to inhale. Your feet become cinder blocks and your hands go numb. You've forgotten how much strength it takes to hold yourself up.
Your inner monologue tells you to shhhhh and calm down, but all you can hear are fingernails scratching up your vertebrae, and a tapping at your skull that keeps repeating
"let me in, let me in".
You drown yourself in liquor but it only gets louder. You throw the bottle against the wall screaming
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
get the fuck
out of
my head.
BbBut all you hear is monotonous laughter crawling up the sides of your throat begging for a taste to redeem itself as the sole owner of this cavity you were starting to call home.
You scream at the top of your lungs.
Slam your fists down on broken glass
Oh--you're bleeding. I thought you were supposed to feel that. You don't.
Then you begin to think if any of this is real. It isn't.
You realize you're surrounded by unrecognizable faces showing looks of concernment.
You stare back blankly with the look of deep space in your eyes.
All someone did was just ask
if you were okay".
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