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His Name is David

I feel him under my skin. Deep in my mind he lurks. My mental state is slipping. My thoughts go in circles. I can’t think, he’s burning right through me. He’s coming out of the skin. He’s eating me alive. Driving me insane. I want it to stop. I don’t know what he wants from me. What am I saying? Am I crazy? I feel him moving. It’s like insects crawling, eating my soul. The monster in my head. The headaches come and go. I black out; the pain is awful. I think I am dying. I am slipping in and out of reality. Am I crazy? Am I making it up in my dreams? Is he there? I feel him under my skin. Crawling through, ripping out. The darker side is stronger. But he can’t win. The room is dark. The door is locked. The window is shut. He can’t escape. He’s trapped forever. In my mind.

His name is David.
He is all alone in there.
He is very sad.
He wants out!
He is the dark eyes.
He the dark side.
And now he is the one lost in my mind.
He gave me my nightmares as a gift.
Do not say his name!
Do not think of him.
He is an illness.
He is very contagious.
His name is David.
He is all alone.
He is very sad.

And he wants me to let him free!




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