Rot
Have you ever been sick?
Sick isn't really isn't the right word.
Poisoned, tormented by a darkness that consumes your entire being.
Every waking moment is spent fighting yourself.
Your very conscience seems to leave, as if it wants to escape the corrupted essence of your mind.
This infection will rot your mind, blind your eyes.
Normalizing the infidelity of your heart.
Rationalizing the cause of your moral ambiguity.
It is an invisible burden, making the struggle worsen.
The world fights against you, Everyone else does it, so it's okay right?
Admitting it would admit that your are less than a man, especially to a society that sees no wrong, no reason why it would cause inner turmoil.
You will find yourself looking outside and being disgusted by what you see, unrecognizable.
Your hands will move of their own accord, like a waking dream.
Your inner mind yells "stop" but only a sinister laugh echos back.
It promises to leave only to return moments later.
The constant urge consumes you.
At work, at play. "Scratch me" whispers the itch.
you are powerless to resist.
The empty promise of "one more time" will be your daily routine.
Like a preparation to justify why you can't stop yourself.
Your hands will move of their own accord, like a waking dream.
Your inner mind yells "stop" but only a sinister laugh echos back.
You watch as the seconds tick by.
Pacing back and forth, back and forth, searching for a reason to trick yourself into thinking it's okay. These excuses bind you.
Little by little the chains grow, wishing there was a way to end it.
Slowly the humanity in your soul dies.
your compassion, your empathy consumed by the sickness.
The man becomes a walking corpse, the only purpose to feed.
Your mind trapped by the dark cloud of denial and the lies you told yourself.
no longer alive,
Just a Disease.
Posted Aug 18, 2022, 10:51 PM UTC