The darkness is back,
I wished for it,
to find my voice,
and now she’s here,
the lost mistress,
shouting.

It’s an unhealthy
relationship, her
and I, the anti-muse,
the tormentor,
and the sadistic,
comfort.

She feels like
home, I leave,
but keep,
returning. She’s
my companion,
when I seek out,
lonely.

We slip into
the shadows,
embrace in sorrow,
together finding,
joy?

My mistress,
has never turned
her back on me,
she’s always there,
even when I
push her,
away. She waits,
knowing I’ll
find her,
again.

That’s the addiction,
the allure,
loyalty. She’ll never,
abandon.

Because crazy
needs crazy,
to feel,
normal.