I feel it drowning me
I am suffocating silently
beneath the covers
of all my lovers.
I check the phone,
but I am all alone
left in darkness
the artificial light is amiss.
Slowly I raise sword
That I can not afford
hold it to my throat
While I denote
my loyalty
to a boy at tea
who caught my eye
as I deny
who I am.
"It's me you ****!"
I shout at he
who sighs and sips his tea.
He sits and smiles
tapping fingers on old manila files,
I turn the sword on him
to make the end of this endeavor rather grim
but the sword, it falls
to many shining silver *****
that tumble to a rest at his feet
none too indiscreet.

He shakes his head
as he is walking to the bed,
but never a word between us is spoken.
I wonder if perhaps I have finally awoken
or if all of this is just a bad a dream.
He reaches out to stroke my face, smiling as I scream
His touch burns so bad!
I feel as if I have been had
and that ignites my rage
releases my inner demon from her cage
to have her fun with the boy
who will become nothing but her toy.

The night is over when blood is spilled
the boy's body has been stilled
and my devil rages no more
she found his final struggles to be a bore.
She retreats inside me for the day
to torture me another way,
In silence deep inside my blood stained soul.