Lila, dexter

But theres no way that I could
know what youve experienced,right?
I couldnt possibly feel that need.
Like a thousand hiding
voices whispering,
This is who you are.
And you fight the pressure,
The growing need rising like a wave,
Prickling and teasing
and prodding to be fed.
But the whispering gets louder
until its screaming,now!
And its the only voice you hear...
The only voice you want to hear.
And you belong to it,to this...
Shadow self.
To this...
Dark passenger.