Night©

My nights are filled with the musings of
someone still clinging to my thoughts...
Pulling me apart on the inside it screams
into my mind telling me things that I
should not hear...
Things of wooden doom...
Things of violent rape...
Things that bring tears to my eyes...
And still things that make me feel unmoved
by anything more than self mutilation...
Pushing him aside for a little while I can
shut my eyes and remember the subtler things
of life...
Of the crimson running through my fingers...
Of the cold steel I clutch in my hand at night...
Thinking..
Coming to terms with my surroundings...
Everything He knew is but one lie on top of
another...
Smiling I wake...
Thinking of the past...
Then the little daemon that my mind conjures 
come to life once more to haunt me and twist
what I see into a shadow filled nightmare where
I will not be safe till the day I lay in my
eternal basket of dirt...