My only enemy, in fact. They have no name, no friends, no family, no morals, no empathy. Just me. I'm all they've needed for almost two years, and I'm all they'll ever need. That is why I am writing to them.
Here I stand young
On this hectic, heedless globe
Plucked from millions
To serve as a vessel
In your shining, spectral robe
Here I stand lost
My world in shifted hue
New day, new shade...
Old aches dull their sheen
When I wake to see you
Here I stand cross
These shapes heckle me
When in grasp, waft away
If touched, they fade
From glassy pond to rocky sea
Here I stand weak
Static to stagger,
Sketch madly on this brow
A masochist's dream
Just a slave to your dagger
Here I stand low
Head down, hope blown
At your knees, I beg and pray
My face, your mirror
So long that I am stone
Here I stand cold
Years and years
Blessings now bitter
Your laugh, great carnage
Grinds soft on sore ears
Here I stand on
'Til the end, reality
'Til the end, you looming stain
'Til the end, my mind and master
'Til the end, mortality
