Face It.

You are a parasite.
The slug that worms it's way through the insides of their body.
And leaves them sick.
Haunted. Skeletal.
You. The way you manipulate is awe inspiring.

You have this way of being that takes a lifetime to master.
I wonder, who you were in a life before.
Perhaps the gatekeeper to a hellish prison.
Maybe that's how you learned to shake keys so seductively.
How you learnt to taunt and to tease.
I find you to be brutal. Both archer and bow and arrow.
You rejoice in the blood brawling down the victims eyes.

Bullseye.

How do you spew these words like spears and cut so deep they wish to reminded of their pain at night.
How do you howl to the moon at twilight and cover your scars at dawn.
Where did they teach you?
To pretend so well that you do not know yourself my love.
That you are not familiar with the blacks the reds and greys.
Deep purples. Toxic greens.
The making of potions for peers in cauldrons.
And this rainbow of masking.

Stop it.

I know and you know. Very well. That you are much more than you let on.

In fact you are dual.

You are trapped in cages.
And taunted by the tingle of metal on a witches hip.
You have been their sacrifice.
In the dead of night.
These wolves are relentless to your innocent flesh.
You have felt streams flood down your face at dusk. At the memory of the words they spat at you.
You drown in reminisce. Your duvet a sea of blue.
If they were to see you now.
If only they knew.
How your head is heavy and veins are tight.
At dusk you prey for the next life.
You are forced upright. To be their target.

Bullseye.

Your brain scattered to oblivion. 

How do you. 
Find a way. To crawl out of that. Pitch black cave and into the light, with a smile on your face.?

How are you.
Both sides to this penny.
How is that you've perfected such a duality?