Sadness

Sadness whispers to me

Wraps around me, suffocating

His lips press against mine

Shoving his tongue down my throat to rip my heart out

Sadness breathes on me, turning my blood to ice

And my skin to glass

So that people can admire his work

He disorients people's faces

Muffles their words

Chops off their hands and arms to keep them from me

He magnifies my screams around me

Stretches my vocal cords taunt

Shoves a mirror to my face so that I can see

My bulging eyes, my cold lips

My uselessly beating heart and air depraved lungs

The hands that are desperately clutching at a heart

That's no longer there

Shoves a mirror to my face so that I can see

The pimple there and the scar here

He shoves a mirror to my face so that I can see

That I am his rag doll

Sadness shoves razors into me, words written on the surface

Stupid, fat, ugly, clumsy, loser, nerd

And in there dull reflection I see my face

Sadness pats me on the head and tells me I did a good job

And as he drinks my soul from a silver goblet

I smile faintly, eyes wide and unseeing

Because I have finally done something right…