Stuck

Bound in my own private sanitarium. Haunted by the shadows I have created, demons I lured into existence. Cold, hard truth beneath my feet, luxurious silence echoes along the corridors. Silent screams escape my throat as I pound upon a window, water collecting on the sill, a world of vibrant color mocks my drab surroundings. My inner self bound by society is begging for release as all it can do is sit and whine as it watches life progress.

Yet again...

Wounded you again. Took my blade and ran it across your pale and vulnerable flesh, parting the laceration with my dirty fingernails, rubbing in some coarse salt, and sealing the bleeding sore with misplaced kisses and false repentance. You and I both know my bloodied blade will only come out again. It always does. And yet you stay . . . stay with me. . . stay for more. Why?