Is It ?

Empty and Hallow. So swollen I can't swollow.
Lets not talk.
Lets not hear.
I need to be empty. I crave the feeling of air.
So full and so heavy.
So huge and so scared.
An image distorted or an image been focused.
Lets not talk.
Lets not hear.
I need to be empty. I crave the feeling of air.
Leave it be. And let me alone. This monster is mine. He is my own.
The one that was left.
The one I have kept.
This creature becomes me.
Disorted or clear. It is what I see it is what I hear.
This monster becomes me.
Controls or consumes me ?
Is it the cycle.
Is it ?