There's this man living inside my head. As I walk the same paths of everyday As I lean into the same works of daily matters As I edge towards the food of today I can hear him rattling inside my skull. I know it wrong. I know it cruel. I know it betrayal. Yet, deep within the cervices of mine brain - I find this man. Chanting his spells and drawing his powers from within. He sits there, at the corner of my thoughts - Hoping waiting wishing for access across my hearts. I find his fingers, Laced with temptation and dread Finding there way up my back towards my neck. I find them encircling my throat Getting ready for the kill. And all the while I wonder, Oh so wonder with what little of me is still mine, If I be so lucky to escape him or if the despair of it all Will instead find itself in my veins. -M.A.