IMAGINARY,

I thought I'd escaped the gripping maw of this horrific ordeal...

I thought that by taking my leave from the situation that you'd simmer down and let your hatred die.

But no. I must yet again be the catalyst between you and your demons.

You promise me that it's done. The event has reached it's crescendo, the final curtain has fallen, the credits have thus played.

Yet one little remark from the bowels of my cock-sucking skull cave and it all begins again.

Twelve years of this complete and utter BULLSHIT was supposed to be enough. But no. The sequel WILL play. Albeit more lackluster and less entertaining than the original.

Times like these I wish I had stayed dead in your eyes.

But that bond developed between a child and her imaginary friend is eternal.

You could slit my wrists and rip out my fingernails and shove them in my eyes, and I'd still 'love' you.

It's a love hate relationship. You love me as you beat me. Hate me as you kiss me...

And I keep trailing the razored blade across my neck like liquid silver...

A masochist dance amongst the arms of a sadist. Oh how the feeling feels so good.

The taste of blood lukewarm on my lips, mesmerizing.

All the while you screw me to a rusted cross.

The feel of our sweaty skin heating between the friction of each other's touch.

It could be below zero and I'd STILL be burning for you.

Burning... to a pile of ash.

The way you used to show me how to bleed for you.

Making me smile from ear to ear.

"The bigger the mouth to suck this cock of mine my dear..."

Yet always you stayed silent. Until I didn't want you to talk.

The whispers,, the lies, the cries, the way you make eternity sound so good...

Enough to make this heart split in two.

A simple incision and my seams are splitting. I'm fading away into the back alleys of your minds.

Bruised, beaten, naked, alone.

A broken penny the perfect pen, to cut the truths into my flesh.

You watch from a few feet away, that depraved smile pasted across that wicked face of yours.

Eyes set upon it's prey.

I'm being devoured by the very nightmares I had sought to lock away so long ago. Their syringe teeth ripping away at my tender flesh. My skin tearing, my sinew ripping, my bones snapping, splintering, cracking beneath the assailing anger of a thousand evil men.

Each a personal demon that were born alongside the rotting fetus they fished out from inside of me.

Yet all you do is smile. And keep screaming that you'll never let me go.

"I'll never let you go..."

Why can't you go away? Why can't I stop believing in you? Why can't you be locked away like all the other nightmares inside of my head?

Why can't you die?

My mind is as broken as a shattered mirror. Each piece but a memory of you that you consistently stab into my lungs. Til all I breath is glass, the shattered memories of a broken love.

Another slit along my pale flesh. the blood seeming to flow from the wound like the water in a stream. Washing across my body, dying me a crimson red.

Almost as red as your eyes...

Like a toy with broken pieces, you can pick me up and put me back together, but that won't make me perfect again. I was broken once, you'll only break me again.

Imaginary. In my mind. Yet your touch is so real. So terrifying. Your fingers shocking my skin at the very touch, I want it. Something inside me wants it so.

Yet I just want it to stop.

Why must this never end? as a sequel turns into a trilogy, then a quadrilogy...

My screams the opening intro, the ravaging of my body the main event, and my choking sobs the final scene as the screen thus fades to black.

The promises of another entry to this series openly apparent and advertised.

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Why can't you die?

Why can't I die?

Why do they keep stealing these promises of freedom away from me?

Why do they keep giving me to you?

You're only my imagination... You're only my imagination... You're only my imagination...

Father.