aksiokersa

For now you're just another body, another shell for the ghost I'm chasing.
My rapist.
Because I'm stuck running from him and to him all the time.
Trying to make it happen again, so this time I'll be ready.
This time I'll kick and scream and tear your fucking lips off and I would rather be dead than live it again.

The worst part is that you're so goddamned easy to find.
Such a goddamned cliche.
I see you a few times a week - the same wounded eyes and the same lonely walk.
The same self-pity and the same....hate.
And that hate is so close to the surface in you
That to my eyes you shine like the surface of dark water on a hot day.

Maybe I'll always run to you.
Maybe I'm infected now too.

Twisted just like him.