buried in shadowy veins

grins thin lips of a copy

posing as my angel

he giggles at my love for you

he laughs when i am hurt

he writhes in joy

inside my heart, quivering

every time i cry for want

he is sewn into my hairline

patched upon my thighs

he cleverly twists through

every bone in my spine

conquering soft tissue

like a bloody disease

i can't be rid of him

this demon

within my very eyes

when i am in love

he lies in wait

curled in my throat

twitching in my lips

itching beneath my nails

when i am perfect

smooth like a pearl

he cracks the surface

the world shifts

the lights die

the stars sigh and

blink for the last time

he holds my throat with

both hands closed

nails piercing my high

my life

then throws me down

and there i lie

upon a bed of glass

the only colored

sharp remains

of what's left of

my tranquility

my mirror image

of me

(he is my reflection

that only i can see

yet glimpses of him

pass before others

frightening them away

from the darkness in my smile)