Streaked black hair

A whispered dare

These lustful grips

His pale skin rips

A kiss, a burn

A touch, a yearn

A dream away a voice to stay

Sadistic demand

You wouldn’t understand

Something you can’t see

He’s part of me

Gone by morning, he stays in my head

Can’t fall asleep, what’s it like to be dead?

That sickening night

“Don’t put up a fight

Believe me it will bleed

Trust me there no need

To scream, no one will hear.”

And now he’s always here