Clogged and walled off,
Bitten and stomped on,
By the creature I know best.
A vermin once, who cowered,
Not from things outside,
But from within.
A tepid glimpse
At murderous strife.
Born of loneliness,
One friend,
A knife.
One blade to one person,
Only one person here.
It'll go where I am!
Inside.
