April 28, 2019
Go away.
She’s begging me to embrace the empty fulfillment of life damned.
I wish this would stop.
The memories of empty companionship fill my brain, yearning to flood my veins.
Her icy grip clawing at my warming heart.
I feel so alone. I know that I am not. But I am she says.
Alone without her. Alone with her.
The movie is starting in my mind.
The fantasy yearning to be real, the movie with no end nor any beginning, just an endless mindless loop of infinite promises.
Get out of my fucking head!
There is no joy in your promise of peace. There is only death in your promise of life.
Why won’t you leave me? Or will you infect the mind of another if you do?
That was smooth you coniving …
Does this end? Will the light return to banish you into darkness once again?
Yes. Yes it will.
My life or yours … it seems easy yet why do I yearn to fall into your embrace once again?
I can’t.
I won’t.
I can.
I will.
She loves me.
She loves me not.
I love me.
I love me not.
I LOVE ME.
That tiny hand squeezing mine tight; pulling me back towards the light.
That tiny voice commanding me with one word: Please!
Please.
Please don’t leave me again.
I won’t.
But I need my brothers and sisters to help.
I am weak, but I am strong.
