For you

Suicide

Poison,
on the tips of our tongues.
Lashing out,
on people who don't matter.
Dreams,
that can't be reached at the moment,
falling together as time passes.
Such evil, is only imagined in our stories.
You are the enemy,
you know their mind more than the heroes,
so why not write them exactly to your image?

Licking, and slashing and lighting it on fire.
The voice, so prominent, so controlling,
is it you who is like her,
or does she mimic you.
I don't know where you begin and she ends.

She wants you,
needs you,
the ultimate tool to destroy me,
who knew the princess was also the witch?

Washed away,
drifting in a space you can only call,
empty.
I can't live,
with you spinning around my head,
teasing,
flirting,
manipulating.

You whip me with words,
but caress me with feelings I don't understand.
Who am I talking to?
I cannot tell when you wear your mask of lies,
or if you ever take it off.

You are everything I fight against.
You are suicide.