What's to Come

Wandering down the old tattered halls of my mind
In what remains of my school of thought
I see memories of my past in bright colours
I hadn't seen in years

Memories of when decency and compassion were commonplace
Where the dark monsters now roaming these ruins did not rule
When everything ran like clockwork
And when telepathy wasn't a requisite for maintaining companionships

I am plagued with a disease
A fault in the wiring in my mind's matrix
Causing damage to my thinking processes
And projecting it to my outer self

What am I to make of this?
Am I a timebomb just waiting to explode?
I feel the acidic buildup filling my soul
As I carve out my own gravestone with the sins of my past

How can one man undo an entire history?
Let the monster out and let nature take its course
Soon, the halls of my mind will be stained with blood
And there will be no stopping the monsters from taking over

So I bid adieu and farewell while I still can
While I still resemble some manner of humanity
My mind soon will be an empty recess and a lifeless void
A plethora of monsters where the only law is chaos...