• It is quite sad you know,
    this feeling continues to grow,
    as I wither and die inside.
    It feeds on the love and purity I once knew,
    and once this torture is through,
    you'll realize this tumor is not so benign.
    With each passing day,
    the more words that I say,
    the more feelings I feed it to grow.
    Once it is done,
    the demon will have won,
    and an empty husk you will only know.
    Yet not so bereft,
    I am graced with what's left,
    this poetry I can express.
    The demon will win,
    killing me from within,
    that is what the future holds,
    but I digress...