The broken vase gives you away
Cutting into my tired feet
Your scissor toting shadow threatens me
Silence often does that
The flashlight batteries are failing
Just like in every bad horror film
Malice lingers in the air
Choking light into submission
I challenge fate around every corner
But I am drawn to you
Your hatred is compelling
An invited part of my life
There will never be another like you
Who else would go through such lengths?
I haven’t slept in days
I’m not even sure where the bed is
This game we play drives us to madness
Crossing the line from role-play to real-life
Our words split each other in two
Causing us to stalk and hide
We are both hunter and prey
Drawing and giving blood along the way
Too near death to be afraid of it any longer
Too far from living to remember what it was like
Climbing the stairs in pursuit of your demise
Clutching a kitchen knife offering little comfort
I pray you will be asleep when I open the bedroom door
But you are not
Somewhere in this house
You hide with a hammer in your hand
Waiting lovingly for my turn around the corner
It is only a matter of time
This is the easiest way to sabotage our relationship
Pouring unsuspecting violence upon me
We are spiders with spun webs
Playing the waiting game until the end
We are flies with limited life
Seconds from being caught
You have proven to be a poisoned apple
The irresistible temptation
Our love is a fatal lure
Drawing us to our demise
This game will end with a scream
Of both victory and defeat
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