W: Cede

I planted this thought inside my head.
Nurtured it.
Helped it grow strong.
I kept myself in the darkness.
Fed my mind bullshit.
Watched as clawing roots sucked up
On the poison in my brain.
My thought grew.
Spread its roots.
Burrowed itself into me.
Cede.
This was my something sown but
Man can't always reap what they sow.
The idea becomes reality.
That tiny seed,
That grew in me,
That spread itself,
That anchored its roots
And fed off the poison inside
Forces me to wilt.
I give in.
I cease to be.
Cede.
Bleed.