It doesn't bother me like you

You scared little puppy.
You irreverent backward child.
Dare to have you own feelings and express them.
The grey demon lurches again and wins, he soars above me and clasps all my emotion and humbles my begging.
Snap the glass, trace the mark and pierce the skin.
My thoughts turn black, black like soot and tar, like old boots, like crushed velvet dresses hanging over bed stands.
Your loosing me mister. I'm fading from you.
Can't you look at me in my fucking eyes.