The ramblings of a madman

We are Alike

I'm a new born babe.

Sweet and innocent.

Full of all good things.

Strength, love and happiness.

Then begin to fade.

Replaced by a cold empty place.

I lie there, a puppet to command.

No emotions, no regrets.

I am cold, but never alone.

I feel a fire, It keeps me warm and alive.

The fire is hatred, all I've ever known.

I want to feel something.

So I pretend that I do.

But still I don't feel.

So I self-harm.

The pain is good, I feel calm.

Blood begins to drip, from my now bloodied arm.

I don't care anymore, it makes me feel.

Many days later, a new boy comes around.

I don't need to ask, I just know he is like me.

He made me feel something, not quiet love, but something near.

He was empty, that much was clear.

We are alike, he and I.

Like a mirror, we reflect a twisted version of ourself's.

Only each other know the grotesque beast that lies beneath.