Change

I think I might be dying here and now.

I think this pressure in my head might make me drown.

I think my lungs are as dead as my soul.

I think my heart has finally taken control,

And it blooms

and flowers

into beautiful rotten feelings 

as dark and alive as a disease.

Its roots take over my chest!

And I swear I won't get out of this.

It crawls its way into my brain,

and I swear I won't get over this!

Everything good has turned to dirt,

and the monsters taunt me from the light-

They beckon me from my darkest past

When I thought my sadistic demons delivered the worst pain 

I'd ever have to deal with.

So I think I might be dying here and now,

I think the pressure in my head might make me drown.

I think my lungs withered and died with my soul,

and my beating heart has finally taken control.

Its sickly rotten flowers pollute

my sickly rotten mind,

And its pulsing life is

pushing out the cold!

My demons taunt me from the light;

they scream that they conquered the fight.

And my heart conquered my soul,

anchoring me to this rotten ground,

because its rotten blooming flowers

sent their rotten, sneaking, piercing roots down

Through my mind

To my toes

I fear that I might be living here and now.

This pressure inside my head holds me down.

My lungs have transformed to breathe in this new air,

and my heart holds a tyrannic reign over my soul.

These bloody, bubbling blossoms are choking me!

But the pulsing of my heart forces me to breathe.

This dark, humid beauty is drowning me!

But my tears only water the garden of this hellish rotten life.