BillyVengeance

I can't control him. I can't deny that he is part of me, and nothing can ever change what I– we have done. It's just... when he howlers– I freeze Like, I have been working to hard and now it's his turn to take the shift. Always there seeing what I see, Feeling what I feel. Yet, he still seems to stay clam. It's a hunger that needs to be fed, If it's not, I might get sick. What if I were to lose control? What if I can't do this, and I get sick? I might have to I hurt myself in order to feed, and watch my own blood spill, and hear my own flesh being torn apart.... Will I  wake up to seeing my own scars? Everyday, seeing my ow