The Friendship of Night

There are some days when night crawls in and I find myself afraid and alone. Darkness gives way to darkness when I open my eyes, the light has left your eyes so what is leading me home now? Home, home, home, what is home? Shadowy tendrils grip my wrists burning along the scars ghost pains; I tremble, shake, trying to keep my will firm but inside I can feel it building up, and the monster howls at the bars of his cage she complies willing to open the door and the shaking intensifies. Her voice continues to whisper in my mind outside I suffer the silence night remains dark glass around me, I know what letting him out will mean I beg my mind elsewhere but feeding the fire my memories turn to him and the monster and she get stronger in my distress. "Please hold me," I beg, but the darkness has no hands to offer solace with simply encompassing me with nothingness I spoke to nothing, all around and I continue longing. Until the build up leads to eruption a silent scream tearing away at my vocal chords with the pressure of silence, weighing more to stay silent then to simply surrender to the scream. In my moment of breaking she slips in opening the door to the cage the monster begins to plunder through my veins longing to get to the surface and to taste blood. One, two three, four, five, six white lines from two wrists and our flesh is smiling back at us the monster has taken his fill of torn skin, and blood. I sink below to the static numb mixed black and white with the hue of red along the edges, until tired, I surrender to her allowing her complete control she smiles, my lips turn upward and she slowly rises, from the gore. Back into the quiet night.