And he waits from within

Within is a ghostly blur,

Of torture,

For he is bitter of me,

A bitter thing is he,

A thing that bites and snarles at his prey,

A cruel thing is he,

For he doesn't stop,

He bites from within,

He is cruel,

He goes sometimes but sometimes he stays,

For a long period,

He laughs and takes away all that she loves,

He transforms her into his secret side kick,

A numbing potion is what he gives,

For now she is a walking blur of sadness

She is stuck like this for only so long,

Only if she is ready to break from within,

And show him to the light,

Then he may go, but don't be so sure,

He'll be there and waiting,

Waiting for her, in a ready stance.