Inferno, Part Three

Revival

I don't think I’m dreaming anymore.
How did I get here?
The room is spinning.
I can't breathe.
My lungs just won't work.
Tryston, what have you done?
Is that a needle?
No?

Don't you l i e to me.

I can feel you slipping.
You're slipping.
I should know.
I am your conscience.

You tried to lock me up like
One of your dogs.
You beat me.
You tried to drown me in pills.
You tried to cut me.
You tried everything you could
To scream louder than
The voice inside your head.

It worked.

Now that you're alone,
You want me back?
No,
Not even if you say “please,” Tryston.
Have fun


In solitude.