It's not that serious

I can feel it again

raging at me
tearing at me
trying to eat me alive
this beast
mine self
the monster in the mirror
and I am falling into her arms
into the damp and dark
back into the deep
everything is waning before me
and the loud silence is waxing like the moon in a starless sky
It is familar as a blanket in the cold of winter
as sheltering a tight embrace
and she holds me in her arms
I can no longer feel the pain
because I can no longer feel
and she wraps her fingers around my throat
and takes my breath away