#if you want to examine my brain under a microscope lmk. hit me up i need a therapist?

[bram-stoker-hate-blog]

I'm in that state of mind

Where you wonder if things are real.

And not in an existential way

Not in a way that you feel.

In a certainty, an uncertainty,

In a way you've never known-

I thought I knew once, was certain once,

But now the opposite is shown.

There were strangers watching everywhere.

But it wasn't them I feared.

The Thing. Oh how it stared at me,

And watched and gazed and peared.

The Thing is not human, was not human,

To my councillor I explained.

In a reality I was so certain of,

A joke smashed the window pane.

The bugs crawled on me, in me,

In ways that tore my skin

Though that was me, but my reality,

And the world was nightmares' kin.

In my eyes, in my ears, I could feel them:

They writhed and squirmed within.

I was a corpse still walking,

A cold carcass I felt akin.

And now I sit here watching,

My curtains shut out The Thing,

But the spider vanished from the wall.

I feel it within.