in bed, it's pitch black in my room. I feel it. A chill
runs down my back, my blood runs cold. His hands are upon me,
burning my skin. My voice, it won't work. I try to open
my mouth, but it is as if my lips are glued shut. I feel his
hands push upon my back, pain shooting through me. I am
paralyzed. I want to run, I want to hide, but I remain there.
I feel his fingers trace my skin, I feel him push harder
against my back. I can't do anything about it.
I gasp, shooting up in my bed. My heart, erratic; my breath,
coming out in gasps. The night is
I feel tears swell within my eyes; I can still feel his hands
remember everything so vividly. As if it was a memory. But,
no, it was a creation of my own mind; my mind, attacking me
wish you were here, I wish you were holding me. I wish you
took away the pain, I wish you too away the nightmares.
You're the only thing that I have to hold onto,
you're the only thing that makes me believe I could ever
if I could ever beat this. You're my voice of reason,
you're my voice of hope; you're my light, my guiding
alas, you're with her. Holding her in your arms, looking
into her eyes, chasing away her nightmares. I suppose I
don't blame you, I'm not much of
that at the very least. She's stable, she's sane,
she's good for you. Me, I'm toxic, I would posion
you, I would ruin you. Like I've ruined myself. At
least you're still putting up with me, I suppose. At
least you haven't abandon me, yet.
So, I sit there, just like every other night. Replying my
lastest destruction of my
and over again within my head. Memorizing every detail,
etching it within my brain.
you to be here with me, holding me in your arms, keeping the
demons at bay. But you're not. And you never will