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'll 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'll 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.