A split-second decision, my fate was decided then, as it all came together, it no sooner fell apart, with thoughts of dementia, masquerading was soon to start, gradually emerging was a horror, to dismay my peaceful state and nothing more. I swore it all away, just to be betrayed by each demon, diabolical ever more.

The demons divulged in betrayal, tearing me apart from the inside out, hiding in the shadows, like a coward, only to make a mockery of my battered and beaten mind, leaving no doubt, while I had fought the fight of my young life, the betrayal once again, dueled in the darkness, inflicting confusion, confusion it would unleash again and again, day after dreary day, begging clearly, it was time that I gave in.

While I heard the cries of pain in the distance, I glanced inside of myself, at the delirium overtaking my body, pushing sane aside for the time being, leaving me nothing, absolutely nothing that others know as right, but “I’ll be alright”, the demons, they say, “give us your god forsaken soul, and we’ll lead you the way”.

With a bizarre aura of gratification now surrounding my bones, I feel comfortable, residing in a peculiar place, my soul I’d be surrendering. Oh—as I have nothing more than the thoughts in this head, no longer there to provide me peace, inane they may as well be, for the thoughts that still linger, are thoughts of an inner beast, void of reason, lacking everything prosaic which had once made thee, this heart no longer troubled, a heart now no longer true, full of treason, awash with reason, each parallel to the other.

Now, there was a time, once many years ago, that I could stand up, challenge this fray, a time when cognition ruled so vividly, a strong being was I, one that would not kneel at the first feeling of fright, now though is different you see, I’ve taken on too much, my roads are no longer straight, my paths no longer free, fields of impeding fog block all of my sight, and this all happened during that split-second decision. Yes—it was then, when I had been conceivably crowned what was to become the new me, and not what might have been.