Scythe

She dwells inside,
Whispering suggestions,
And I know I can't lie,
To her.
For she dwells inside.

"Just do it"
She whispers.
While my arms bleed,
From where I've bit.

Her cold hands,
Grabbing my face.
"Look in the mirror."
And to my horror,
There she sits.
Her hands lace,
Across my mouth.

"You'll never scream,"
"Unless I say."
"I'll make you pay,"
"For all the pain."
"You've kept me locked"
"Inside,"
"And now,"
"You'll pay"