You're in my mind, haunting every crevasse.
I wake with my fingernails digging into sore palms,
already cut up from the night before.
Walking to the sink to wash the blood off my hands,
I tremble the entire way.
Feeling uncertain if I'm still in a nightmare,
I've managed to pull myself away from you.
The lifeless eyes that make my skin crawl watch me
watch the bugs crawl through your rotting features.
A tense body that I can't seem to relax even when
knowing that tomorrow when I close my eyes to sleep
you'll be waiting with that crooked smile that makes
me feel so uneasy,
ready to drag me into a darkness that I struggle to escape.