Lodged with him

Scenario 3

                Lodged with him
Lodged with him.
He sits in the corner on his weakened bed.
He plays with his little doll.
He lays down on his bleeding ear.
He holds his dagger.
He flips his hair.
I watch and wait in the other corridor.
I stare at him through a peeking hole.
Never do I stop.
I watch him change, I watch him brush his hair, read his books .
I wait and watch.
I wait for him to drop his book and meet his eyes with mine.
As he stands and gazes out the window.
I slowly crack open the door.
Blade in hand do I creep towards him.
Smile on does my shadow reflect .
Spreading up the room with my dark being.
Knifes sliding, stroking the floor.
Boots kissing the ground.
Seeing his shadows from behind .
Fearing his stature.
Once behind him getting ready to strike .
But....
Hidden dagger, has struck.
Gazing down to see the blood he left.
Seeing it drip down like crimson roses.
As he turns and stares at me.
Looking at each other at a perfect stand point.
Now now ...  you know who I am.
I bend to ground, blood dripping down
As I see he was me all along.
He reaches his hand to mind.
As we walk side by side as shadowed warriors.
Seeing does his face turn?
Yes I'd say his features did turn .
I fear him.
I hate him.
I fear myself.
I hate myself.
The most...
I am lodged with myself.