Her.

I stand there quite, calm, not a care in the world. Blood dripping down the the tips of my fingers all i feel is relief. Numb, can i feel numb? If i describe the emotion i am claiming i will call this numb. Satisfied, as if i just became free from this cage. I thought i knew better, i had her under control. The darker side of me, i guessed long ago we made our amends. Wrong, she still hides deep within me and she craves to feel numb. It seems that all she feels anymore is agony and misery, i fear i do not know her any more. I can no longer recognize her, she has camouflaged herself. Yet in some tantalizing way i am her, as she is me.