Literature
Survive
like a thief,
you creep
in through my window,
over the floor
onto my bed
into my brain.
Like a disease
you burrow deep inside me
coating the truth as you slide down;
tearing at the walls you are contained in
you attempt to bring chaos
and blackness
to my world,
becoming the demon that infests me,
my own personal nightmare
that might consume me,
swallowing me up in a dark blanket
that threatens to end all I am
all i need to be.
I will fight you to my last thought,
my dying breath-
you will not be the end of me,
nor the end of what I will become.
I will be there when you leave like a kicked dog
skulking out the door
in