In a brutal attempt to regain control of myself,
I locked myself in a asylum with nothing but a picture of you.
A source of some kind of help was needed, arguing back and forth with my former self
That this part of me must die.
That part that's clung on to you for so long,
Just this one part, nothing but that part in particular.
This sole decision of staring at your face in the dark.
There really wasn't a difference if you were there or not.
In reality you were never there but always seemed to be there in a spec of what seemed as convenient.
I feared sleep, catching a strong case of insomnia,
Knowing that somehow you would magically appear.
in actuality I was afraid to face a long awaited demon, somehow waiting for you to almost jump out of the picture.
I didn't know which would be more terrifying,
When the other patients got a glimpse of the look across my face.
They muttered amongst themselves.
Yeah that guy deserves to be here he doesn't have a shadow
He's a ghost in a world full of ghouls.
Either that or affiliated with the zombie girl in the corner