imaginary friend

hello shadow
dark void inside of me
filling my chest
like my heart barely beating
but pulsing enough to let me know you're there
where did you come from
a question
too painful to answer
it appears the pen is the only weapon sharp enough
to pierce that darkness
but even its black ink
reminds me of you
as it bleeds onto this pure white page
corrupting...
degrading.
better paper than my soul
and if only for a moment..
i'm..

liberated.