Hidden Truths, but No Lies.

She whispers in my ear in times of worry, projects images in my mind to fuel my jealousy. She tickles my skin and numbs it at well. She wants me for herself, yet drives me mad alone. She dances under my skin at the beat of every drum. She walks with grace, yet drives me to lust. She is filled with fury and a thirst for blood spilled. She is Rae, she is sin. I am her puppet, and she is my master. She would kill for me, or kill me. All of my decisions are hers to make. I want to be free, but she traps me in this darkness. Here for the dead to observe. They watch me as if I am her. I dont think they realize it's the other way around. She is me, but only when she wants to be. From their eyes she hides and leaves me to fight them with fear, but I am growing numb to this life. I can no longer fear what I can barely see. They've been with me so long that they're now my family. Rae being my mother. After all, she did create what Ive become. Dead in the eyes of the world.