Walking across a field of buttercups -

Wolf at my side.  protector and inventor-

All the while a demon hidden in my pocket-

Heavy head filled with tainted water-

Slow, salty, sloshing "numb to my toes"-

Laughing I run, breeze light on my face-

I can't "really" feel it, but it's effect is there-

Just like this demon bouncing and smiling-

He's inside my coat pocket, giddy with maddness-

I could summersault forever down this hill of ectasy-

My mind is dizzy with all it's stupidty-

Somber wolf is strong with resolve-

Gazing into my soul, sharp golden eyes-

Deep...omnipotent.  "I'm untouchable"-

His message goes unheard, unfelt,  I'm no companion at all-

Inventor is gone I can play no more-

Ugliness in my face, washing away the buttercups grace-

My demon sits upon a Tombstone meant for me-

Smiling and Whistling his merry tune-

His eyes grow larger, blacker, his teeth clamp down-

like razors he bites deep into my flesh-

Tearing and ripping, I howl and try to run away-

A graveyard of laughter is now where I dwell.

My Epitaph is blank

~Pale and broken, I'm washed out by a river of hurt into this ocean of fear~