Do you know what it’s like
to not be in control of your own mind?
Well, I do and it’s like hell.
Not just any hell, though.
The type of hell that sends demons back
to guide your self-torturing mind
into the coldest and darkest parts of itself.
It’s a never-ending fractured fairytale
written by the devil himself.
Soon enough life walked out on me.
My mind started rotting and contorting until
I wasn’t even sure it was there anymore.
That’s where the devil ended my story;
I was so far from the light that
I couldn’t possibly be alive.
I was already dead.
I became a body
that no longer carried potential energy.