Buried Deep

I have buried something,

deep within me.

Who wants to get out.

The monster,

screams,

and cries.

Hurling it's sharp teeth,

at my insides.

Watching it's razor claws,

glisten with my blood.

It haunts my waking moments,

it hides in my sleep.

It is the very thing,

I have fallen for,

and will become.

I have become a monster to myself.

Sucking the life out,

of my very being.

Oh!

Someone save me!

I know you see!

I know you can tell!

Please!

I beg of you!

Don't let it take me!

I don't want to die.

Though dying seems my only option.

When the stories of two lives become,

too intertwined,

to break apart.

Maybe,

that is the only thing to do?

As i confront the thing,

for the last time,

the thing I bury deep.

Reviews

[Green]

I got two ideas as I read this:
One was a multiple personality thing and the other was PTSD.
But I liked it regardless and I don't think either of my ideas were even close but hey, good job.