I Write Dark Poetry

hes scratching at the walls
hes pounding at the door
like nails in my head
hes violently slashing through me
ripping me from the inside
fracturing the skin in pieces
hes slithering like a snake through my entire body
crawling in my brain
like a poisonous spider ready to sink its fangs in
hes feasting on my flesh like a sadistic animal
but in a way just to devour
as punishment for bringing his other half out
his howl is like a sick twisted wail
quiet demon
its not time yet
get back in solitary