Énouement

"The half of me"

I am poet with a disastrous words.
She's the girl that no one ever knows.

I hold my pen.
She hold's a knife.

I write the words of my messy mind.
She cuts her wrist of her broken soul.

I wasn't free.
She was half of me.

I tried to kill her.
She wasn't ready for after life.

I'm so confused.
She owned my body.

I'm not a fragment.
However she is!

It was traumatic.
She was then created.

I lost my conscious.
She altered my ego.

I'm very weak.
She almost consumed me.

I can't escape her.
She is a personality.

I can hear her voices.
She is a monster.

I didn't kill my family.
She gladly savoured their bloods.

I am split.
I don't know why.

I do not remember.
And now she's taking over me.

I'm dead and She's born.