The Quiet Killer

An Insidious malignance inside my mind betrays me yet another time.

Misaligned, hard to define, peace I just can't seem to find. 

A Disease which plagues my thoughts, this pest! has brought such tension to my chest. Oh, please! I need my head to rest, so fraught, a sped up torture fest.

My heart, it pumps so fast, so hard

From the poison dart, my brain retards

Starts to shatter into shards. I may Depart with no regard

A poison dart straight through my spine

No choice of mine, my life declines

No rejoice in fear, this life of mine

The voices near, far from divine

Where can I go, what may I do?

All that I know, my fun seems to be through. Adventures and suns, I've seen a slew, but no longer the strength to take my cue.

I wish I could simply go back again

To a time when thoughts, they were my friend. A time before my nervous fits,

A time when I was

thrilled to exist.