Worthless self despair.
The undying need to kill.
But no not a stranger,
not even someone she knows.
But only the feral demon within.
I see her in the mirror.
She haunts me.
Reminding me of pure evil.
Reminding me of my undeserving.
I scream for her to go away,
but yet she stays.
Ever there.
Mt words do not affect her.
Instead she fires back much stronger than I.
She dreams of new things to say to me
that will unravel my being.
She dreams of new ways to torment me,
by showing me everything I could be then showing me what I am.
I will her to leave.
But she has taken all my strength.
She controls me.
She keeps me numb to the outside world.
She has me trapped in her slimy little fingers.
And won't let go until the end.