I can’t control him.
I can’t deny that he is part of me,
and nothing can ever change what I–
we have done.
It’s just... when he howlers– I freeze
Like, I have been working to hard
and now it’s his turn to take the shift.
Always there seeing what I see,
Feeling what I feel.
Yet, he still seems to stay clam.
It’s a hunger that needs to be fed,
If it’s not, I might get sick.
What if I were to lose control?
What if I can’t do this, and I get sick?
I might have to I hurt myself in order to feed,
and watch my own blood spill,
and hear my own flesh being torn apart....
Will I  wake up to seeing my own scars?
Everyday, seeing my own pain?
Would it really be mine though?
How will I know when I see it?
How can you describe pain?
So many things I can’t answer,
and it’s because he blocks them from me.
Then all I’m stuck with is asking, and performing
while he gives the orders.
No! I can’t lose control!
I know what to do, but I just can’t do it.
I need Harry to help me.
Am I scared?
Is this the feeling?
I hear him laughing...
I should stop asking questions
It makes me seem stupid– like them!
It’s funny how he just sit there observing.
He’s like a passenger with a gun
and I’m the driver.
Only I can hear him
He’s my dark passenger.