You were killed years ago yet you still linger,In my dreams my thoughts.Your voice in my head,Your hands on my body.
You always have the upper hand.Always have control
Untill now.
The razorblade sinking into my skin,little red droplets seeping out.Its makes me sigh in relief.
If I hurt myself,Then you cant hurt me,Can you?
I stare in fascination at the red mixing with the ivory of my skin.
You're fading,You're gone
.
I know you'll be back.
But thats ok.
I'll make you dissapear again and again and again.
I'll bleed you away.
One cut at a time.
Who has the upper hand now Tom??