HE

HE's hanging pictures on my wall.
They drip blood and madness.
Flowing out of the frames.
Dripping down the wall,
the floor running blood red over rust.
Every drop, a swirling rising tide.
Screaming, laughing,
Pleasure or pain...indistinguishable.
Just crazy, screaming, rioting madness.
Lost in the darkness.

Now HE's on the walls
As distant as a dream
As close as a nightmare
As comforting as a friend.

Who is HE?
HE's me.
HE's my mind.
HE's my conscience and my guilt.
HE's my darkness.
HE's my life.
Whom HE is is death.