If life is a pitch of melody sometimes high, sometimes low, I'm a part of your symphony sometimes harsh, sometimes mellow.
I'm uncanny yet i know who you are. I've seen the beauty in your scars; I'm the silhouette on the wall. that can mould into anything be it big or small.
I want to feed your self-loathing to the vultures and see it as its cadaver is torn limb by limb. I throw you back in the atrocious cycle repeatedly, just like a diamond returning to it's natural state of coal.
I ocassionally see you reach out for the blade and watch the blood turn unmarred, skin seconds after splitting it open. I see you take your affliction back to your neck and your eyes bulging for dragging your world through embers for so long.
You chain your mistakes to the back of the boat on the ocean and let them rot in waters. I'm the sailor of that boat. I want to sleep next to you until there are no nights left for your sighs to stir the strand of my ravenous hair.
I'm so tough yet tenuous. I'm the ultimate guest with no time or address, yet omnipresent. You want me to be your truth for truth never dies, yet i slowly butcher you.
I am death and i'm beautiful. Now that you know go and try to hide. Let's play, but i will find you eventually for sure. As i'm the only one who's sempiternal and not abide.
////You claim to love your life? You love your exquisite life, cause you fear me.////