Tormentor

It's cold and dark as my blood drips down the walls
I fear the inner demons coming to find me
I have disobeyed the voices and now I must pay
Even now, over the sounds of torment and despair, I can hear myself scream

I've given up happiness and love
As I wait and slit the much ripped open wrist
My eyes flutter open to see the drooling face abouve me
I could hear it wheeze as it hissed

It was my tormentor
Come to give me a much needed gift
He was going to satisfy my darkest craving for pain
In my heart there was a gash becoming a rift

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Blood streams from my open skin
This is what hurt me most
through all my pain and all the hurt, it seems like you always have to win