When the Meds Run Out...

The meds ran out;

The triggers began;

Nothing but pure, primal rage;

An animal pacing it it's cage;

Fighting back tears,

Drowning in pain,

Anger and emotion,

Plummeting in despair...

Screaming, Raging, Clawing at Nothing...

There is nothing but the dark,

There is nothing but the pain,

No words of light,

No feelings of hope...

The dread, the fear, the anxiety

Have all taken over...

I can't see past the clouds,

My vision is destroyed.

Seek me here,

If you dare to approach,

The monster I hide inside,

You will surely meet...

She is not pretty,

She is not sweet...

She is nothing short of terror,

The epitome of Hell...

This, THIS is the true BEAUTY,

The one you desire,

The one you lust after...

Be warned my Love,

She is ravenous with need

And it is your soul she needs to devour...

It is your demise that helps her breathe.