When I asked her why she sat there,
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in the wake of my mind,
she replied for the gore of it all.
Watching and waiting,
like a long tongued lizard,
hoping for some tragedy to unfold,
before her bulging eyed.
Still she sat on the shoulder of my consciousness,
an unexpected heaviness like crystal,
this inner demon was.
And I with eyes long since removed,
left with milky pink holes,
in fearful unsure steps of blindness,
continued to walk into the unknown,
the joyless abyss of my life.
While razor laden walls reach to cut me,
she is poised to catch the blood,
and eat from my failures and pain.
She says she stays for the gore of it all,
I don't question why that is pleasing to her.
But me, the one who feels the pain,
what keeps me in this darkness?
An unknown entity drives me,
fools me into thinking life is no deposit, no return.
"Ah, it's a cash and carry world," she says.
I think I'll cash out now.