I ******* hate you.
You slithering ****. You twisted snake.
My own creation but far from a child.
No face but the eyes. They see through and in me. Invading the deepest crevices of my mind. Turning my slowly torsional heart black.
Writhing behind me but shuffling closer and closer. Like the omnipresent ghost you are. You’re weak. You need me.
I your creator and your life force. You distend and prate as you drain all I have. Leaving me a ******* shell. A shambling corpse left to rot in the earth.
Neither living nor dead you consume my being. Plunge your sinuous claws in my chest. Probing for more to take, but I am empty.
Callous and apathetic you toss what’s left. My decrepit body languishing as you lick your claws and gloat. Perched and waiting for the chance to leech from me again.
My visual representation of my anxiety and depression.
