There lives in me some other man

A core and soul, my chrysalis

He knows me like no other can

And claims my every thought as his.

 

He fills my waking hours with dread

I know he’s in there lurking low,

He dances Skull-like in my head

to plat my dreams like needled thread.

 

I see his hands move quick and sure

on tools that craft the art of war

his eyes are clear his target pure

he’s never questioned why before.

 

I try and try to push him down

where I no longer see nor hear,

Yet still he shrouds me with his gown

to use me as his tool of fear.

 

I twist and tear my inner self

to break his grip, his strength of will,

he gorges on my mental health

and knows to live that I will kill.

 

And when I’m gone, he won’t desist

his hunger knows the blackest hell,

from where he’ll make some other his

and through that soul impose his spell.