Agrivated, the monster can't controll itself. It claws it's way up my vocal cords, spilling out of my mouth, drowning me, hurting those who I love. I manage it from time to time, I'm it's keeper, I have to care for it, defend it, hold it back, even though I don't want to. When it's angered, or sad, or even filled with joy, it takes over my body, it fills my blood, I become a different person.
· Sun Nov 06, 2011 @ 06:01am · 0 Comments