Is It Gone Yet?

Is It gone yet?

The demons dining on the gray matter leaking from my skull

Laughing as they pour acid on the garden growing in my chest

The negativity digging its nails into my throat

Screaming as it robs me of my voice

The doubt leaving coffee rings on my flesh

Like a stinging tattoo

Is It gone yet?

Is It gone yet?

I feel new

As I hang my broken shell from a noose

Is It gone yet?

Is It gone yet?

Maybe it was all in my head

Maybe I’m already dead