Strangling upon the reflection
of self,laughing as ones own
hand engulfing  the voice trying
to expel the words of
                                  "Help me.

Amusing, ones own words
                   crying for comfort.
But finger tips swallow regrets.

Her demons spoke upon
         her fingers, play things
of woeful intentions.

"We can help you find fulfilment,

Her hands are stronger than one first
thought, gripping me to sleep.

A mind stays awoken, within the clasping
moments of ones self devised demise....