• It's there.
    It always was there, clinging.
    Like a second skin, it has a life of its own.
    It breathes.
    And I can't stop it. The Hunger.
    The Thirst.
    Obligated to isolate.
    It's there. Under the darkening twilight, it's there.
    And I can't control it.
    And I know it's wrong.
    What I do.
    In my darkest corner, in my safest haven, it's there.
    Quivering, telling me to do things I can not stop, re-wiring my hardrive.
    Unwillingly, I fall under its spell.
    Then the high comes. I fell whole with it, in peace with it as I float with the clouds.
    But then I plummet down to the ground, in sickening realization that I let it control me.
    Control my actions, my thoughts.
    In my darkest hole, I've convinced myself that I can no longer see daylight, let the crawling beast inside me gain control.
    And I know that this is just a never ending cycle.
    That I may win the battle, but I will be devestated by the war.
    As the sky lightens to a bewitching purple, and the beast stirs.
    As tears roll down my pale, cold cheeks, I have to be honest with myself.
    The suns rays do nothing to warm me as I try to make sense of myself.
    As I fall under again, I realize...
    ...I welcome the beast....