Monkey in The Middle of Irrationality

Thin
Slivers of
Your existence
Slip through

The space
Inside
My mind
Where I dwell

Is invaded
When withering
Films
And scales

Of what
You were
And who
You are

Crawl through
To infect
Me and
Suffocate

Flirting with
Breaking walls
Of my only
Stability

The deepest
Depths
Of what I presume
Is a soul

You are
Playing
A dangerous
Game

And I
Should
Advise you
To back away

I lack
Self Control
And it lacks
Me

Stay away
There are
Rooms
Without lights

For a
Reason
Which is that
No one should see

Back away
Not that
I'd do something
Irrational

But
Irrationality
Might do something
To me