Destroy Me Not

There is a being in my head.

It tells me that it wants me dead

In words that only I can hear.

It rips my fingertips from light

And takes me down to rooms I fear.

It's name is never spoken but I know that it is me. Or a twisted me living in my spine. Controlling my life.

Taking its time.

Striking me down on my highest points. Telling me how happy it is to see me drowning in soft grey water that is the numbness in my brain

but I refrain

from giving in. It has nearly all of me but a part of me it has never seen

will linger in the numb that I become when it calls my name.