Never Alone

I'm never truly alone.

I bring pieces of you along with me in every step.

Every miserable step.

And when it gets too hard to walk the path fate set for me I stop.

I stop but I don't breathe.

Because I take pieces of you along with me in every breath.

Every miserable breath.

But when I stand in silence I find peace.

Peace of mind? Not quite.

Peace of spirit? Certainly not.

I find comfort in the presence of my demons.

It seems I've been traveling with them for so long that I've grown accustomed towards them.

I've learned to dance with them just as you have.

I hate that my demons seem so fond of yours.

A child-like crush.

Smitten with the horrors and atrocities that we've inflicted on one another.

Masterfully woven together in a grotesque and hideous dance as flickers of light from the fires of hell envelop their faces.

Our faces.

Every miserable face.