I`ve seen them seep out of
Your mouth and land on the floor beside you, the same amount of times as the pairs of mixed match socks I own, which is enough for a village

They have morphed into a monster who aren`t covered in fur, scales or even spikes that line there back. But that wears the layers of your words

You seem to think it`s bearen as if it`s a child without a toy. You keep layering your words upon it, word upon word and phrase upon phrase. Like your building the great wall of china, you might want to look at a map, it`s already been built you don`t need to recreate it.

It has grown not only around you but has grown into your eyes, which are the windows to that soul of yours. There no longer eyes but pools.

They have molded you into something I never thought you would be