Not Your Hostage!

Take my hand,
take my hand,
let me seep into your body like the plague,
let me become one with your blood,
your hot hot oozing blood, 
we could make it pour out 
out of your wrists and bounce of your fingertips,
the red droplets staining your floor,
you know you want to feel the pain,
feel the pain,pain,pain,
pain that originates from a treatable source
and not the depths of your sea like soul
where agony seems to pour. 

No.
No I will not take your hand
for you do not exist other than inside my mind,
maybe you're right,
maybe you're right;
I want to feel the pain of my opened skin,
for I know a remedy to control the bleeding
But that is where you're wrong,
I do not wish to feel more anguish or suffering than I already do,
your plan is but a temporary fix,
that would scar my wrists 
and I will not let the hold you have over me lead to this,
I am a slave to you and that is true.
You crept in after what he did to me; I was vulnerable and weak. 
I let you take hold of my mind 
and use it like your palace, 
I believed your thoughts were my own;
I now know you are not me, just a resident in my brain.
And you've long overstayed your welcome. 
It is me who has control 
and not you!
So now it's time you burn  and instead of boiling my blood,
you can boil your own,
I do not wish to take your wretched repulsive hand
letting you in to corrupt my mind,
so I shall not, instead I will treat you like the venom you are,
you will no longer be apart of me.
You will no longer exist...

So let the silence fall
but know this you'll be needing me soon
and I will be back;
you are still my hostage!

NO! I am your hostage no more...