The Worm

Coiled around my sanity
Gorging on my history
Democracy of one in three
The Worm

Emerging from its stygian hole
Devouring fragments of my soul
Delusion is my open goal
The Worm

At primal level I subsist
I have no willpower to resist
I struggle merely to exist
The Worm

Emotion is beyond my reach
A casualty of causal breach
A leaden mass, devoid of speech
The Worm

I am not I, I am not me
I have no personality
An absence of humanity
The Worm

Dormant on the edge of reason
Satiated for a season
Confidence my act of treason
Worm

The Worm will always live in me
Coiled around my sanity
Democracy of one in three
The Worm