Menacing thoughts crawling...

Spawning after every sweep...

Swiping my brain like a credit card...

Banking my sanity within every leap.

Sour demons moving...
With cherries on top...

Its soothing

But my body...
Isn't moving...

My body isn't processing...
My body isn't feeling...
My body isn't grasping...

Its a tomb...

A common soup covered in icicles...

"I'll take the harsh winters that exit from my chest anyday..."

I guess it's for the best...

When my disease puts me to rest...

My shadow calling a new ride every day...

Telling the driver: "Take me anywhere except planet earth."

Diamonds spilled all over the jagged streets...

And no one has found a single one of them.

But you want to know something?

I doubt the diamonds ever fell...
I doubt the shadows ever spoke...
I doubt the soup was ever cold...
I doubt the heart was cremated...
I doubt the mind was ever mold...

Doubt is the demon in me.