NUMB

HAUNTED

I am haunted.

I am stalked.

I have no fear for it all.
But I am still haunted.
I am still stalked.

I still see the dried blood on my wounded skin.
I still have cuts that won't ever heal.
I don't care.

I can't even feel anything anymore.
My eyes are still, mostly dead.
If not completely.

My dark skin feels drained.
I am cold, my cracked lips, peeled palms tells it all.

I can feel  it follow me. Whatever it is.

Haunted. Stalked.

Is all I feel. But not that much of it, just mostly anger. Pure boiling rage.

You would think I would get tired of it but I love the rage. I love the heat in me.
I have welcomed it.

Haunted. Stalked.

It's watching me. I can feel it camouflaged in the darkness.

Still haunted. Still stalked.

I feel angry for its cowards.
How dare it haunt me? How dare it call itself my savior?

Pft...... I have no savior. I have no hero. I have no mentor. I have no knight in shinning armor.

"Whoever you are," I call out "show yourself! Show yourself you coward." I paused for a response "show yourself dammit."

A figure stood before me with a dark cloak over its head down to the floor.
I couldn't see anything else.

"Who are yo......."