Words
you speak in my mind,
disguised as devilish whispers,
where your tongue vibrates like a snake's.
I had a death dream, you were there,
you watched me sink
and smiled.
Tremors
are something I'm used to
like the emptiness left
when you leave.
The more I look at you
the more I wonder who I am,
the more I look at myself,
the more I understand who you are.
Now in the mirror
I no longer see myself
but only you,
resting on my back.
Horns cage me,
or maybe
it's your arms.
We're not that different, you and I.