My monster within...

It starts as if I was falling in love. Slowly, then all at once. A surge down my spine. A tinkle in my stomach. Electricity in my veins. A shroud of darkness looms above and in an instant envelops me whole. I do not try to understand it, I simply let it flow through, hoping it doesn't cause too much damage. I let lose screams I thought I've long since silenced, and I cry tears I've cried before. When I exhale the last demons, I am struck with the realisation that I will never be free from them. I'll always be the boy who let Her fall, the boy who ran away, and the boy who loved with his heart on his sleeve. The road ahead is too long to even grasp, and the willpower to embark upon it, fades with each passing day. Perhaps the boy who dreams is the boy who'll never get to live or perhaps the boy who crumbles, is the boy who'll one day have it all.