him

He is now a ghost to me.

He's voice it haunts me.

He is someone I used to love.

But now i know not of him, he is no more.

He is lost in this vastly demising world, vapidly changing.

For he is my enemy. 

My soul is stronger without him.

He was my torturer, my warden, my pain.

The blade i once held so dear, now knows nothing about me.

My skin still craves its cool metallic touch, but my mind now knows better then to let the blade in again.