Tyrant in my head

3rd version of this depression sucks man

Tyrant In My Head

Inside the deep cavern within my head is a great and terrible dragon

It is black and green, and yellow and red

It is orange and blue, and every other hue

It is an eternal burrowing leech

Imbuing me with the life I had while weightless

It starves

It hungers mercilessly

It feasts

Forever

Always feasting, always thirsting

While its fountainous flames seed the plains

But soon it rolls

Like a lump of snow

Tossed down the hillside

Now a boulder

Now a mountain

Now, the world

Inside the deep cavern within my mind is a great and terrible dragon

Lazing atop

A thunderous throne

Of gold! Of ruby!

Of sapphire and emerald!

A stone throne chiseled from 

Statues

And strength

And power and more

A warm seat

Kindled with love

And the beast

Burns these things! 

And its mighty claws swing

And crash

And that blessed room

Is now a proper den

Of ash

Of hate

Of a filling void

Inside the deep cavern within my heart is a great and terrible dragon

And I, who have lost my supple silk

Me, coated in silver and iron

Myself, this strong bred fighter

Crawls into the cave

Fear, the stitching of my being

My soul pulsating with each step

Echoing, booming, warning, 

And I approach the sleeping wretch from behind

And excalibur is reburied! 

Between the castle scales of the daemon

But alas!

It awakes!

And snatches me in deliberate claws

And cuts me with tender strikes

And my beating heart shakes at it

Its resilient pattern

Unwavering, ignorant

As a tail swipes forward

And an egg lays betwixt my lungs

Choking, screaming

My flayed skin flops over

And its infernal breath

Welds me shut

The wyrm in my heart

Already rattling

Already hatching

Inside the deep cavern of my being is a great and terrible dragon

And no surgeon’s precision 

Severs my obsidian hide

Which is slowly scaly

And no general’s might

Overpowers the freezing will

And no lover’s touch

Enchants the wyrm

And I even tread into the den of snakes and pleasure

And even there

I am 

Unwelcome

And I walk

A new world

Where none are found

For here

The grass is nails

And the sun a furnace

The winds are harsh

And the air is faint

The darkness is blinding

And the light is unseen

As the egg cracks

More and more

And the world

Goes cruel from its arrival

I lay against

Decaying wood

Rotting world

And I cough

And sputter

As my hands reach out

Almost in prayer

Clutching my dagger

A shred of excalibur

And I wait

Without hope

Only with 

Patience

But soon that leaves

And fear revives

Inside the deep cavern within my mind is a great and terrible dragon

And I am no warrior.