You're my friend. A familiar bottomless pit.
You encourage me to push my ****** limits.
I stand in front of the toilet for you.
My stomach grumbles for you.
I'm always cold for you, always aching for you.
Stay with me. Wrap your firm arms around me.
I'm marked for life, affected for life. You'll never leave, right?
You're a force to keep me alive. Breathe Me.

But why have you chosen me? Why me as your companion?
You make me suffer, you malicious beast
yet you convince me you're on my side.
Why? Why do you take sadistic pleasure out of me?
I'm not your experiment, and you're not mine. **** me, if you must,
but stay away.

One day, I woke up to a siren.
I hastily put my coat on, put my shoes on.
I opened the door and followed the crowd.
I wondered if it was read, but the smoke eluded me.
Flames licked the doors. We were trapped outside, luckily.
My lungs felt heavy against my dense chest and soft coat.
They never checked the building. That's why he was left behind.

Social life.
I'm busy.

Dinner.
I'm not hungry.

Sleep.
I'm not tired.

Therapist.
I'm fine.

I suffered the pain of a thousand arms
Taken upon me.
The music lulls my mind. Numbs it, almost.

And yet the mascara runs down my cheeks.
And in a way I suffered the silence of a thousand days.

She has a skeleton in her closet,
one that haunts her everyday.
It calls her name, and tortures her
with words sharp as shards of bone
broken off a decaying soul.

Slowly, the burning fire becomes a storm of embers.
Slowly, the cries of hatred die down in my mind.
Slowly, the downpour turns to a drizzle.

And slowly, I rise from the depths of the drowning pool.

In my dreams I saw myself
clad in metal armour.
In my dreams I was prepared
for an inevitable attack.

I was brave, I was chivalrous.
She came from behind,
but yet I was ready
to defeat the beast in question.

She looked oddly familiar,
like someone I see in a mirror.
But in her black-hole eyes I saw
the nasty thoughts she thought.

She had scars all over her arms,
thin, silver little lines.
She was emaciated, pale,
unhealthy

but her strength rang like alarm bells
that penetrated my body in a vibration.
She lunged at me
and threw herself on me.

Somehow I'd managed to grab my sword,
and I soon held her body-less head in my hands
by her hair. I felt its coarse blackness,
and the stickiness of her blood.

But when I woke up, no severed head was to be found.
I looked at my arms, I felt my face, I heard my suicidal thoughts.
I thought maybe the beast's ghost had sunk into me.

But the truth is, she never was a separate entity to begin with.