Unholy Muse

It coils within me

slick and jagged

Reaches out to embrace my mind

Confuses my thoughts

Blurs my vision

It plays with me

with my emotions

It grows darker within my soul

Feeds upon my desires

And replaces it with something else

A yearning

A guilt

It creates an unholy symphony within my head

Drowns out the voice of reason

It begins with the softest of whispers

It knows my desire

The volume increases

It demands satisfaction

It demands to feed

Upon the pain

The sharp scour of pain

It demands to cleanse

To distract with the act

Of mutilation

Of release