Standing in the hot steamy shower. The hot water scalds his grimy soul. Layers. Swirling down the drain. The air. Steamy. Muddled. Each breath searing. Gasping.

His mind.  Chaos. Dark. Full of screams. Cacophony. Pitch getting louder. Rising to a peak. Breaking point. So near. Yet so far.

They needed a release. So did he.



He loved how the demons in his head gathered around calmly when her thoughts crossed his mind. She had walked right into the darkest corners of his head. They had had unending conversations, snuggled with the black velvet wrapped around them. He loved her cause she became one with his darkness and made it her own.