The witness of excessive human psyche

 

I saw it with my own eyes

I saw the moment Merle became a person again

And yet, initially, sadness had overtaken me from him being originally stripped of this gift

The sadness of him receiving it back is what has stuck with me

 

Because in the place of a man, I saw a monster’s birth

And he’s not a monster due to lack of human in him

But due to the oh so ironic fact there is too much human in him

He became all emotion, there was no animal in him

No instinct to survive or of self preservation

 

There was nothing earthly about him, for he became all of the mind, allowing it to swallow him whole and yet never allowed to reach the stomach of whatever cruel beast he had lost to

 

I witnessed his first suicide, one that by definition turned him into a zombie as he was walking around with eyes so dead it’s surprising they haven’t rotten in his skull

 

The beast he ran from caught him, those types of beast always do

And though he believed to have been well prepared

In the time of battle, he had nothing but dead sticks and river stones, only being able to kill whatever was small enough to be below them

 

I witnessed the creation of a monster not created by the divine

A creature that is not supposed to walk this earth

A being in so much pain that in lashing out he gnaws at his own arm as no one will stand close enough to him

A person ripped of himself, leaving only a shell that searches for rest

 

In another time, another life

This creature was never born

And the person it consumed would know nothing of it

Yet here we stand, in this time and in this life

 

And I bare witness as the creature lays on its back to keep him from reaching his stomach and allowing him to be properly consumed and destroyed, keeping him hostage

 

I see Merle today and I see the dead eyes that has always met mine and yet it is until now I am sickened by what I see

The maggot making itself present in his socket was the first true sign of the end

 

So I must tell you goodbye monster who wears human skin

Or is it better to describe you as a human within a monster, keeping you there out of its own selfish needs?

But what difference does that make in the end?

I can no longer witness the murder of you

So I leave the side of your cage that has kept me safe through all of these years

And I weep as I leave

Knowing my pocket is heavy with one of the many keys to your prison