You

You are a monster,

tailored perfectly for me.

You exist solely for my destruction.

You torment me with your lies

and distorted philosophies.

You feed me with your thoughts.

You poison me with your curses,

polluting my mind with your shade of evil.

 

You are my ultimate definition of hell

and you hold me captive in your abyss.

You refuse to free me from your grasp

for I am your favorite prisoner.

You delight in my vulnerability,

my faint resolutions,

my vain attempts to escape.

 

You applaud my falls,

taking every error

as a chance to condemn me.

You laugh at my virtues

and you question my beliefs.

You take pleasure in my cries of agony;

my screams are music to your ears.

 

You wipe away every memory of bliss,

draining me of life,

emptying me of myself.

You strip me off of my heart

in your desire to make me be like you.

You are my monster, my enemy.

I am you and you are me.

Author's Note

Original link: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/arzeljoy_blu/1246659/