Somewhere in the future, they lay in wait.
People to drag you down, across the ground,
Whispering sweet affections while plotting away for your demise.
A tragic end in store for the one who falls.
Unconsciously loathing you for all that you have.
Your successes, your failures, enviable in variety.
Experiences they know they'll never have.
Already dead inside - so young, so tragic.
So regrettable.
Are they there? In the now? In the then?
Surrounding you, feeding the paranoia.
A different creature to fear, closer still.
The Transformation to begin.
Who are you? Have you changed?
Time never has been kind.
Though you know not the Inner Demon afflicting,
It exists. There, haunting, scheming, molding.
Overnight? No, this takes time.
Suddenly, the enemy passes.
Time means nothing, neither cruel mistress nor lover.
Merely the means to an end.
Somewhere in your future, you are.
Draggin others down, across the ground.
Whispering sweet affections while plotting others' demise.
Where are those experiences now? Have they left you?
Did you leave them behind?
Just as they envied, so do you.
Never with reason. Only with doubt.
Can you be free?
Will you find your way out of this hole?
Who knows?
