There's something in me again, something that I feel - it wants to burst out and break free. Maybe it's the demon in me. Maybe it's the bloodthirst that's rarely indulged. Like razors in my veins and it feels so good - like something's coming alive. In a few hours it will die unless I urge it on, unless I provoke it myself. Unless I provoke myself. Yes, it's possible. The questions it breeds are so important yet so irrelevent. I will survive this day and this night to be reborn again tomorrow and to feel this all over again the day after. As the blood pumps the heart beats so fast, yet I can't feel any thumps. It controls these thoughts you read now, tells me to do this but has no voice. It gives me urges, desires, wants, needs. I lose myself in you, feeling that takes form within; I am your shell and you are my shell. Let your claws grow into my fingernails and scratch away the boundaries. Free me and through me, free you. Show yourself in the mirror, creature. You can't hide from me while you live in me, you have to live through me. We are parasites to eachother but it's not mutualism. We have to work together.
I want to sing you.
