Reblogged from murloh
I am safe in the bastion of the dark.
I am separated by those hands I wish were not mine
By the eyes that do not feel like they belong in my head.
In the gloom, I am alone-
I have no body.
It is easier to accept who I am,
A formless mind existing between dimensions
Suspended beyond the minutes that tick away for the corporeal-
There is less of me that I must remember to destroy.
Nothing escapes the mask of night.