Me
save me
deliver me
console me
fix me
catch me
carry me
away
from myself
from my inner self
make him shut up
I hate hearing his voice
numb me
slice me
wide open
let him spill out
I’ve grown tired of me
again
The Wraith
Lurking ever vigilant in the shadows, he lies waiting to appear. Holding back, knowing that soon there will be a time when too much of me has ascended to the surface.
Striking from the darkness like a wraith, he returns again. Ripping a chunk of my soul off to drag back to the depths with him.
Every time it starts to get better he returns. An abomination to a sincerely hellish degree, he uncloaks only to subjugate my soul.
I grow weary of these cycles of ups and downs. Knowing he will always be back.
He torments me with deviantly demonic intent, laughing all the while; watching as I fall.
normalize
Like a kite in the wind, my insides sway back and forth. Sometimes with a swift and violent push of wind to one side. Sometimes merely flowing softly from one side to the other. Yesterday was a rough push into the dark. Today was a gentle fluctuation towards the light.
Now I find my guts right in the middle. I guess thats where they should be. It’s taken some time, but I’m thinking that hopefully the winds have calmed down for now, so that I wont be pushed drastically about.
It seems to have normalized.
