Night stand

Undecided. You’ve been staring at that table lamp for 10 minutes. You better stop that, or someone is going to walk in and think you’re a lunatic. It’s not going to solve any problems.

The night is still, your room filled with the light scent of musk and rose. This room has been occupied with many different textures of flesh you’ve laid your fingers on. Each night you sit there as listless as a log. You don’t cry, nor do you laugh psychotically like you used to.

Has someone knocked some sense into you already? I thought it would’ve taken longer. But it’s never about me – it’s always about. Does it look like I’m a jealous girlfriend? I’m in your mind, numbskull! Why did I end up in such a useless space of matter, just like your worthless life?

I’ve already told you. There’s no one in this world that knows you and I. They don’t know jack. They can’t figure out your tendencies, your hunger. Only I do, honey. Only I do.

Whatever happened to those escapades we used to go on? The relentless days and the smell of fear and sweat. Oh, the thought of it makes me drool. Stop being such a drama queen – your tears are meaningless. Save it for when I want you to feel the pain I ensue, you sick, sick masochist.

What’s that? Cat’s got your tongue? Why can’t you talk to me like someone important? Oh, that’s right. You don’t know what that means. How foolish of me!

Tears like the gentle caress of fingers that beg for mercy from you. You’re a ruthless bastard when I’m around. Aren’t you glad you have someone that loves you? Your skin is rich with rust, but the blades in your mind is as sharp as a guillotine.

You only have me. Admit it, you sexy psychopath. I won’t let anyone get between us. I swear by it. No therapy or panacea is any match for me. I’m the parasite no one can see. I’m the one that people fear, and you’re just a minion. No one – and I mean no one – will reign over the Formless. We will violate and desiccate the human race. We are genderless and loveless.

So kiss your little friends goodbye. The only thing you can live with is me and the smell of their listless flesh.

Get some sleep, my prince. Tomorrow is a big day, just like every other day.