sometimes i feel hollow
carved out everything between the bindings of my rib cage
if i tap on my skull it would beat like an instrument (a terrible melody)
sometimes the empty spaces and lonely corners get filled
with an entity, a power that's not my own (but yet so close to me)
it's destructive (it's great) but it burns when it's gone and i miss it (and i need it)
am i a mere tool? an act?
or am i something more, like a portal, prophet, or proxy?
(no, i can't be)
i was nothing but a pet...a simple, disposable spawn of the faceless
a/n: inspired by the slenderman myth