A Child of My Own

We are all the architects of our own demons.

I've been eager ever since it was but a child. 
A mere morsel of thought. 
But who knew the damage it could do. 
Because this child grew fast with devastating enthusiasm. 
It was smaller; than equal; than bigger than I have ever been. 
Not to mention I shrunk and cowered as it aggrandized at alarming rates. 
After all it was feeding off of me, that carnivorous b***h. 
Or maybe that's not it at all. 
What do you call something that feeds off of souls? 
But the worst part is, I didn't notice, couldn't notice, wouldn't be bothered. 
But I knew all along. 
As the little one picked at my brain, 
I started noticing similarities between the two of us. 
And the faint smell of disbelief quickly turned into a pungent stench. 
It reeked of madness, insanity and control. 
It's eyes pierced like needles. 
But it was of my own blood. 
Sickened and distraught 
I caught the fever. 
Wasn't that the goal all along? 
Now I shake in this bed with my kin drawn beside me. 
And I feed to this addiction - 
My blood sweat and tears drown me now. 
I have become what I've always feared, 
And this child stares back with disquieting knowledge. 
That it was me who was the creator of this creature. 
And it is me that shall pay for it's sins. 
A discomforting thought 
Blood drawn once again. 
And now it's time I fade away.

Author's Note

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