Lost Control

I don't want to sound crazy,
but somethings taking over me..
Something deep inside my mind,
eating every thought that's mine.
Breaking my spirit, with nothing said.
Pretty soon now, I'll be dead.
It's breaking me, I cannot breathe.
I can tell now, It's killing me.
I don't want to know, this cannot be.
Tension building, I'm getting weak.
Too jaded to get the answers that I seek.
Tired is the word that comes to mind,
It smothers me as it grows entwined.
With no vigor, I clench my fist,
holding the blade against my wrist.
I must kill this monster within myself,
because I realize now, I can't be helped.
As I struggle, my sight gets clearer.
As I cry, I gaze at the splintered mirror,
I know now, that death creeps nearer.
Cause there's nothing left inside this shell.
Nothing left now, to battle this Hell.
As I bleed here on the floor,
I just can't take it anymore.
I feel I've lost, to this disfigured beast,
so I lay still, and let him feast.
Feast upon the fragments of my soul.
The ultimate price, for losing control.