Flaws of the mind

Bloody fingers trailing down pale skin, ghosts of the past wrapping their slender fingers around my throat, choking off my desperate words.

Vines of lies binding me down, twining around my limbs, tight enough to cut my skin, crimson tears, pearls of pain, rain down upon the sullied tiles of my soul.

Hot breath, like anger, in my ears, chilling my blood as whispered words, like feathers fallen, strike venom in my mind. It's twisting my thoughts against me, messing with my mind till I can't tell up from down, world without gravity.

Smooth lips, manipulating, against mine, smothering my pleas. coaxing me into submission, to give, as a slick tongue flicks out against resisting lips. It's breaking down my defenses, with words I can't seem to deny, as lips part in surrender and pale hands travel up shaking sides; coming to rest on damp cheeks, wiping the tears away.

Shh... It whispers to me, like fear, as I whimper, pulling my worn form into it's lap, running fingers like ice, like hate, running through my hair. Let me take care of you, I won't hurt you like they do...

Drained of myself I nod, too tired to resist anymore as It leans down to embrace me. My thoughts are unfocused, my eyes heavy, as I try to look at It, It's smiling down at me as It whispers quietly, clamping shackles on my wrists.

Hate chains you now, with Anger and Fear, the pathway's closing, yet the exit's so near...