These words I use to escape my brain and gain some sanity.
What if other things escape too?
Sooner or later my demons will weave their way into my words
Then what am I to do?
Like a poison taking over it escapes from inside,
In the revealing light I can no longer hide,
the monster that I really am.
Hinting at existence on the edge of your words,
Slipping in unnoticed and slowly breaking free
Knowing the harder you search for the less you’ll see.
Dark eyes that don’t match that sweet smile,
There’s something else there that’s vile.





“...Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
-Stephen King