The monster lives inside me,
He slithers through my veins,

He hisses his cruel thoughts,

and influences my own.

He wraps himself around my lungs,

cutting off my oxygen;

He wraps himself around my heart,

shattering it to pieces;

But my blood still flows

from the broken heart

through the contaminated veins,

The blood circulates:

darkened, and burning;

The blood is my sadness and my pain