A Boy or a Demon

Drink in the mirror on the bathroom wall.
Miss yourself and miss the pieces that fall,
imbibe the unknown impossibilities,
catch the wind and breathe in unopened doors.

A tickle in your throat or a burning in your skull,
something I can't quite describe or annul;
I'm deep inside but you don't realize
my intentions are cruel and you are the fuel.

I'm nothing but plasma that's needless in and out;
I've fought with soiled care and needles unneeded.
You can't cauterize wounds made with worlds unheeded.
Awareness given too late is a gift that's heated.

A bodiless soul drunken with the silver in your veins
rolls through the void that is your essence in a vial.
It covets you when your heavy head lies at rest.
Is it jealous of being sick and dying from denial?

When the light bulb bursts above the world,
I'll keep you warm by making you cold,
I'll shadow you until you thank me by name
For all the time I've spent making you old.

It wants you to know your pain is the crop.
I wish I could haunt and I wish I could stop.
It wants, it needs, it laughs and hates and breeds.
I feel, I fake, I cry and deceive and I take.