Pressure points are pressed, as patience prides itself in pain.
wrists lie ever exposed – to the fate of ones weak ways – unsightly days to which i become erratically insane.
move with me, in this blackness at my kness, lets swim in this place of misery together, forever, again –
Stay there! hide! it comes, for me and me alone – it has no want of you, lest i chance it… hide, please hide yourself.
i silently wait for disjointed wispers…
foolishly i hope it pass, behind this wall, i will hide to peer into the blackness for the creature of my dreams, the fairy of my nightmares – the horrible torment of this beast.
i lie still and i wait as i hear it moving, so quietly, with deathly patience, and i hide. but i know, it knows.
it knows where i lie, it will be apon me, it knows me, it will kill me. it knows, it always knew – from the day it was born from death’s woomb, into this land of mischieve and conception.
it haunts me, its hurts me and it wants, it feeds off me – it lives on me, my fears are its sustinance – it scares me do death only to feed from my wounds, my internal injuries bleed profusly as they did before, and each time it feeds, i feel the its glass thoughts as they slice into my blood laced body as to deprives me of it.
deathly patiance – each day i wait, in deathly patience.