Plagued

I feel a plague of loneliness
from deep down in my soul.
It seems to want me to forget
so it can take control.
Each one of my memories
that I cherish from inside,
It hunts them down, making them bleed,
until each of them has died.
Inch by inch I feel it creeping
through all the parts of me.
Before long I will start believing
the lies that it's conceived.
Day by day, I feel it growing.
Who I once was begins to blur.
All the while my consciousness knowing
there's little hope for a cure.
I guess I will just give in,
all that remains now is to succumb.
Stop fighting and just let it win
be the monster I'm meant to become.