LOGOLEPSY

Shred yourself to pieces

Imagines flashes

      Faster

          Faster and faster

Forming like videos that only you can ever see

Your eyes are shut but they don't stop playing

  Because memories don't bare mercy
And you're trapped with film you can't quite record over

        You want to tear it up

   But tearing it up means shredding yourself to pieces

But it just wont stop.

      Night time is meant for sleep but how do you sleep when the monster you fear starts talking.

   And you can't move because you know theres no getting away.

This monster lives within you,

                              under your skin.

     And you want to tear it up.

         But tearing it up means shredding yourself to pieces right?

   And suddenly you realize how distasteful your skin really is.

     How the image in the mirror is glaring back at you.

And you want to tear it up.

    And this time you do.

        This time you shred yourself to pieces until the poisoned blood flows out of you.

    Until you feel less alive.

Somehow making it okay to do again.

                                      And again.

Until one day,

     the film wont stop playing over and over,

         the monster wont stop whispering venomous words,

and the imagine in the mirror is so distorted that you can no longer find any good in it.

         So you decide,

                that you are alone.

And that you want to tear yourself up.

Because yourself isn't even really you is it?

        And if it is...

                            how..

          horrid.

                              how..

           repulsive.

And so there seems to be only one option.

    Shred yourself to pieces.

              Until you're completely gone.