Brick

I have an inner demon that speaks to me without permission.

It feeds on my unstableness; my existence.

I can beat it down and attack on a moments notice or when my head feels heavy.

Too heavy are the old bricks, too heavy to carry as it leaks into a crumbling cave.

This thing will argue me whispering in a voice that I don't want to hear.  I refuse to listen.

Listening to myself and what I think is an actuality, and what I possess is a silent beast.

VCB

"ONLY UNFULFILLED LOVE CAN BE ROMANTIC" VCB

Vegetarian therapy

Grasping my ankle is the vine of thorns containing sharp knowledge.

Slowly pricking my fingers while it extracts drops of desperate curiosity.

All of this too clever for my own good, always offering my outreached hands to take on the defiant.

Soaking up the guilt they do not seem to see; it drowns me as I fret to struggle to the top.

Forever climbing through this never ending and powerful forest, not to far to being able to dream.