Tha That Man Monologue

They were creeping up the floorboards. I could hear them, their sly feet peeling away hastily from the wooden floor. I knew they would navigate their way into my mind just as they had the day before, the day before that, and the day before that. They’d always come back, no matter what you did. I had tried plenty of things to get their forsaken whispers out of my head. But I had soon come to the conclusion that as long as I stayed trapped in between the walls scribbled with chicken scratch that were my mind, I could never escape. Outside the walls of my mind, it was even worse. Everywhere I looked I’d see nothing, except a faint shadow of a man who’d once ran around like a maniac, screaming with freedom at the top of his lungs, soaring above the clouds. I’d see that man everywhere, his hands above his head, his fingers spread and piercing the wind. He was a beautiful man, with a face of might and hair as black as the night. He was a man of courage, integrity, honour and honesty.
Day by day the man melted away, captured by nothing except the faint shutters of thought that escaped my mind, stolen. They took him from me, they stole his black hair and turned it into a matted, knotted mess. His faith and honesty were swapped for fear and paranoia seeping through the cracks of a damned home. I knew they would take him from me, eventually, and now that the day has come, the day the man’s chocolate brown eyes became a gaze of sorrow, I’d never felt more helpless. I’d allowed them to take the last peace of happiness from me. How so? How could I let them snatch my precious memories away from me with the blink of an eye? It was a mystery to go mad for! I've been trapped in my mind for so long, I could taste death at the tip of my tongue. The taste was not bitter or sours, it was a sweet relief that I wish I could