I can’t believe you’re still here.
I thought I chased you away
that day when everything went black and blue,
that day when the soulless bloodhounds killed for me,
crawling around my heels,
with your blood dripping from their mouths and eyes.
Turns out it was mine.
Turns out all this time I’ve been shooting at a mirror.
Turns out you’re still here
in my basement
tying ropes to my ceiling
placing spikes in my sheets
pouring paint over all my books.
But you can tie your nooses and splatter blood,
but I will never
let you stay.
I will smoke you out of the basement,
I will chase you out of my home
I will let out the dogs
and they will race you
until your breath feels like rattling saws
they will race you to the cliff
where you will fall for the very last time.
(mood inspired by heavydirtysoul by Twenty One Pilots)