Torture From Within the Vault

Coming again, knocking on my door, scratching at it.
I know what you want. You’ve come for it again.
I know you, and I have known you.

You want out again. Still can’t believe I let you out the first time.

I have found my inner-self and now it strives to get out again.
Hurting me once, how do I let it out again?

Reaching for the blade and pressing it to my wrists.
How could you hurt me like that?
I trusted to let you out. Now, I wonder why.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.
You wish to be free again. Only to hurt me, I’m sure.

Hide the marks, cover the blood, don’t let them see what you’ve done to me.

Crying the in the dark, I beg you to stop.
Take the blade away, let me be strong.

You laugh maniacally, saying everything will be so much better.
Do I dare let you out again?

The pain was gone, if only for an instant, it was still gone.
I, err… we were in control, for once. I crave for the blood spill again.

Dare I let you out?
You’d only try to hurt me again, I know.
I look forward to that pain as I hear you scratch, scratch, scratch, against the steel vault door in my mind.
Unbolting the door, it crashes open.
A demon, you are, hurls toward me. I cry as you near me.

Oh god, what have I done?
There will be no caging you up, again.