7 May 2012
He appears when I am alone
His raspy breath heavy with criticism. His words sharp like needles. His eyes as cold as doctors hands.
And still I welcome him... Need to hear what he came to say, To feel the tightness of hand in mine, And to know he is not intentionally cruel, He only tells the truth...
I know that voice, incapable of lies or love, And his reflection comes to sooth me I think, so I can not be alone...
Conspiracy • Opuss № I