Submission to the Wounds of Entity

He comes again, creeping into my mind
Unfolding himself with slow, gentle grace,
I can feel his presence everywhere- here and there
in every corner, behind,
His hand makes me feel numb and cold, in embrace.

I ask him, "Why me?" but he remains silent
There! he stands
While I was sitting back on the sofa and looking in the mirror.
Dark and silence grab me, my brain, and my whole body
I cannot move
The darkness and silence a crushing brute,
My body and mind held captive in its snare.

He whispers in my ear, in his hissing voice
Demanding to repeat the last one until he's content.
Blood starts to strain down from my breasts, navels, vulva,
a scarlet abyss
He smiles, at last
I keep doing the last thing until he left me.

He leaves me then, in a peaceful dream,
Wrapped in a soothing, musical veil,
And as I slumber in the silent stream,
I'm left behind, still caught in his pale.