Come here and validate me,

My Monster.

I'm not yet at peace,

And I'm shaking in your wake.

How dare I be left,

to feel like this,

when I am your God.

I can create you

(And I did)

And I wish I could mix you back in

With all the other costumes,

And plastic fakeness.

But you're my shadow

And you just won't leave

me to wallow and vomit

And be constant.

You fly out of reach,

And enter me every time the artery is almost through.

And dance away again.

To leave me with my injuries.

'Til I cry for you again....

Sadistic ct.

Is Happiness worth this?

I can't remember...

...better get the knife