Trapped

Serpentine they sinuate through my mind
Constricting my thoughts they become entwined
Now poisoned, diseased, they are no longer mine
I'm trapped in the labyrinth of a baneful design

Huddled in a corner, but they are on the hound
It's only a matter of time before I'm found
They slink behind me, first a whisper
Then rapidly fremescent- darker and deeper

Each in contradiction of the other
They try to drown out one another
They tell me to run. They tell me to come clean
"Put your ego at stake? The very idea is obscene!"-

Scream the voices in my head. I just want them to cease
Hunted and haunted I have not a moment of release
Leave me be you demons of warped confounded thought!
If only I could efface the memory of those who provoked this fraught...

Ramble...

I've deleted the original post due to its 'unlike-me' nature.

To PB, Chavie and whoever else who may have stumbled on this blog, let it be known that this was just a moment of... ahem.. weakness. I am quite emotionally detached and only rarely (pfft! practically never) breakdown.

I'm good, now.

Cheers!