"untitled"

They've come again.

Banging on the door, pleading for me— begging me— to put down my pen.

I can't yet,

I have so much to write,

so much to live for.

I sit here... as they chant and wail for me to open the door.

I try to cut out their cries;

to no avail, wondering

if their efforts to infect me

will ever wain.

I've spent every day of my life with them.

Wishing for the pain to end

until; the end came for me.

and then, slowly, i began to slim

My limbs went limp as my reality set in.

i try my best to stand, but my legs have become unusable 

Even my eyelids started to weaken.

They've come again,

the door hinges snapped,

i lied there, in a panic.

my eyes glazed over

i let out a manic scream

they piled all over,

and i finally gave in.