Haiku #9

Demons creep around Twisting shadows with my fears Until fears consume

Ash to Dust

Ash to ash Dust to dust

The worst thoughts are those you cannot escape

I have always described depression As a sea, an undercurrent, tide

Where the monsters roam Matters not as they will always go home

My veins transform to ice As I turn to face you

I am not ashamed But I bite my tongue

Not meant as an insult But it still hurts

Mental asylum Voices raise painting the white walls In heinous hi- depth

all alone in this hallow home