the monster beneath your bed

i don't know why i'm smiling the more i mess you up

He is happy as much as you are sad.

He is having fun as much as you are hurt.

Your wounds abandoned like an old doll, scattered across the floor like a dismembered body. "I hope you are as sick as I am," you say with a hoarse voice, throat dry as he crouches in front of you, the scissors tracing the curve of your cheek. "I hope you are as unhappy as I am."

"That I certainly am," he says. "But alas, we all pretend to be the heroes on the good side. But what if we're the villains on the other?"

You, who pulls up the corners of your lips on purpose and smiles even more as people leave you alone, leaves your strings broken and your wounds bleeding ever so slowly as they get infected with your bitterness.

i don't know why i'm smiling

Aspen Lelko sits in his dorm room, conflicted as he converses with that little voice leaning against the back of his skull, tapping slowly at the blank wall behind it. "Deep inside, I see your true colors," the voice whispers lovingly, running its fingers gently along the floor as it curls in on its knees. "No need to hide."

"But alas, there is a need to hide," Aspen Lelko whispers to himself, allowing himself to recline in his chair to stare at the barren ceiling. "We attend North Wind, there is always a need to hide."

The little voice was silent for a moment. "I suppose that is true. However, these people have hurt you. Shouldn't the injured bandage their wounds?"

Aspen Lelko hummed as he stood up. Leaning over, he grabbed a delicate pair of metal scissors from his pen case, opening and closing them as he allowed the faint slicing sound to reverberate in the air.

"Cold frozen looks good on people around here," he says.

Aspen Lelko picked up the scissors a moment ago.

But Nefer smiled.

the more i mess you up