Dreams Die First

Nothing
as revolting
as this,
has ever crossed
my mind.
But something
inside me
thinks otherwise.

Ink.
Twisted words.
Spoken by
the unknown.
I can hear it
echoing,
blasting inside
my ears.
"Go away!"
Ink.
My ears
are ringing.
Pain radiates
inside my head.
"Stop!"
Ink.
They drip
a metallic red
liquid.
Nails dig
into the sides
of my head.
"Stop it!
I swear
I will kill you!"
You cannot kill me,
Ink.
You know this
well.
Claws,
sharp as daggers
scrapping my skin,
twisting my
bones.
"Please...
Just go!"
Don't make me
punish you.
Hard metal chains
caress around
my body.
Pulling tighter
until I can
no longer
breathe.
"No..."

Uh, Ink?
A new voice,
dimly familiar.

The ominous
voice
echos away
in the darkness.

The chains
are released.
My chest heaves,
but nothing
leaves my body.
Somehow,
I've managed-
subconsciously-
to get down
on the hard steel
floor.

Jesus, Ink.
If I would've
known
you'd be
this difficult
to keep stable,
I never would've
accepted
this dumb assignment.
"What did you
expect?"
I heave again,
clutching
my empty torso
from the pain
the dwells inside me.

I'll tell you this.
I never would've
thought
that after I kissed you,
you would scream
in agony,
throw yourself
to the floor,
and start to yell
at someone
who isn't
even there.

"Are you speaking
of Axton?"
A smile creeps
across my face.
You're butler?
I laugh,
a machine
in my ears.
"Oh no,
you're terribly
mistaken.
My butler,
is named Ashton."
His blood pulse
is rising.
Then who's
Axton?
My smile
turns to fire,
showing teeth
from cheek
to cheek.

"Why,
he is the voice inside my head."