Smooothed skin with a jagged scab, raised dark angry but healing. I grab the edges and peel slowly, the gaping hole into the soft pink flesh quickly fills with the warmth of life. Clawing, scratching, screaming, gouging into the depths of my mind... I need this to heal and leave me be, but I watch it bleed every day to remind myself of the pain. A self-mutilation, cat and nine tails ripping through my psyche. I need the pain to bring me to center, but I hate the sight of blood. I am to blame for everything wrong with me.... That question still lingers it's diseased head from the shadows. Magmus eyes burning into my nightmares, razor nails softly caressing my soul leaving scars that I never seem to let heal. I need these to heal, but I can not stop watching them bleed. So alone in this mind cage, banging on the two way mirror screaming to be heard, but no one can hear my screams through the noise on their own side of the madness. Only the demon can hear me in this cage, watching me as I pick at my scars, the blood running through my fingers, deep pink gouges filling quickly with life.
