Too much.
Stop thinking.There's a presence here that feeds on that.
The thoughts you don't mean to think, you know?It drives you mad.
I get it.
And I know you can't help it.But it's putting those notions in your head so they can multiply and it can feed.
And it will keep doing so until it's killed you.They aren't the only one trying to keep you alive.
And you won't be the only one to die.So stop thinking, dipshit.

YOU ARE READING
From a Crow's Beak: Writing in Passing
PoetryWriting that I've come up with when my emotions push me to create. This is your warning that a lot of these are depressing.