She’s a heavy thing, this shadow girl, this shredded one
I know her well, tried to shake her off long time ago
But she was there the whole time, claws in
A vampire, bloodsucking, soul draining parasite
I got to drag you around with me the rest of my life?
No knowing why she came back, only maybe she was hiding
Teasing, biding her time, playing the long game
She’s on my back, on my shoulder, in my mind, behind my eyes
She’s the dark, spite filled voice in my head
She said, hey you thought you’d got rid of me, thought you’d get free
Thought I’d gone forever, but no such luck
I’m here to fuck you up
She says, you fuck, how did you let this happen
You used to be so in control, when I had you, you were mine
I had you in line, and you had a spine
Now you have no edges, didn’t you like them better sharp
Now you have no lines to define you except the ones on your face
She promises me peace and satisfaction
She promises me a different reflection
give her back the driving seat, the controls
If I let her in, then she will do it for me like she did before
and I will be happy, like I was before.
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This expresses a state of distress, Chantelle.
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Yes, I agree. I wrote it some time ago when I was not feeling too happy and found it on here unpublished. I have been feeling the same way again lately, though I am successfully fighting it off, and decided to play with it a bit and post it.
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