She drains the life out of me, like a hot desert wind that shows no sign of abating. the very thought of her is a bullet to my heart, as real as the blood that flows from my arms. Her face is mirrored in my crimson release, echoing...echoing neverending in my head. i dream of washing her in my life, a nightmare from which i wish i would never awake. she is the dagger twisting in my belly, cold and long and wet within me. she drives me to screaming, this medusa, this instrument of my end. like a banshee i wail, unheard amidst the roar of pain from the world. i am alone in my terror, and will be alone in my end.
