Consumption

 
I began distancing myself
Staring blankly as others converse
Slipping further into the depths of my mind
Sometimes I don’t know what it is
Other times I’m aware of the darkness

It consumes me
Like a carnivore consumes the flesh of an innocent
From the tips of my fingers to the edge of my heels
The bottomless pit of non-existence
Never giving me the chance of escape

I wonder when the so called savior will come and pull me out
God knows I’ve reached my arm
Trying to grasp onto hope as I slip
Yet I still fall
Slamming my body into the ground

Every time an episode happens I stay quiet
If I talk there’s no doubt they’d know I’m different
Standing like a beetle in a pit of ants
As soon as they see you’re not one of them they attack
Crawling, biting, making you itch until you break

Feeling different the way I do isn’t what people may think
I realize I have other curious peers
And deep-thought analysts just like me
Having no one to relate to
Hiding in the blindside of commoners

But no two minds think exactly alike
Until they hook us up to machines
Extract our very memory
And analyze the results
Killing the brain cells they wish to posses

Now I’m not saying we’re special
No, we are not
Infact I would consider yourself lucky
The so called “outcast” feeling of us certain individuals is not amongst you
Making your mind a little less irritating to deal with

However, it is both a blessing and a curse
Depending on the side of perception you decide to take
It can either be a night of terror
Making you scream while in your unconscious state of mind
Or think and wonder with curiosity
Of your mere existence

Either way it will consume you
Eat away at your soul until there's nothing but skin and bones
Your world becoming distorted each day as you waste away