self harm

The self-harm

Sometimes, I think I live inside the head of an ogre
whatever happens, none of us are in control, but
of a malign monster with brain cancer
Millenniums ago, when the brain was vigorous
it caught a microorganism of the type that can hide
a long time before branching out powerfully trying
 to take over by altering the brain's chemistry.
Over time, the foreign body has tried to destroy it.
The cohesion that makes a brain function almost
to perfection; alas, as is with Beau's ideal, one time or another fails but can be repaired, and peace ensues.
There was a time when the monster cell was nearly 
defeated but was saved by lesser pests 
thinking its
cunning could be useful so it could grow alongside 
The bacterium grew immensely strong and has begun threatening and altering the normal function 
of the mental capacity of an encephalitic existence
the world might collapse, and a dead planet will circle the galaxy because we now know 
the monster cell's purpose was to destroy god's 
failures.

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