We grab our blades, and go to war. You cut me up, and I cut you more. I beat your arms, while you flood my head. **** out your words, and I drown instead. Yet you've no bruises, mine are as dim as night. They say it's just darkness, but they can't see your eyes. You mutate reality, and I only help. "Can I get better?" I say; and, farewell--
It's like my demon and I fighting, you know? Idk, I'm weird. All feedback is welcome and appreciated