These memories

There are monsters within me.

They hide in the shadows of my mind,

And in the corners of my soul.

They seek me out to torture me.

They weaken my resistance

And lead me from my narrow path.

They hold no weaknesses.

I can find no weapons against them.

They do not tire, nor do they sleep.

They forever run rampid within me.

They do not let me forget.

They shread my soul and bruise my faith.

They are always the same.

They haunt my dreams.

They make the horror of sleep unbearable,

And the thought of waking worse.

I shall never be rid of them

Until I surrender and die,

Which could be sooner then anyone thought.

Because of my torturous memories.