She lives in me

High up in the sky! Where you can’t even see a fly!
Upon the moon, I sat and look over you!
It’s not me who did all these with you! It’s her! It’s her!
Another living soul trapped within my gears!

When she is gone, I share no memories and am lonely.
Memory fails me or I have chosen not to store them in me?
Memory makes me live in agony.
A walking zombie gives no sympathy nor need any.
Memory pains me.
There is no healing nor bleeding, but just a pestering sore within.

And eversince I chose not to think nor remember anything.
I am numb, have no feelings.

You may feel hurt, you may feel me
You may cry and even wanna hug and say you appreciate me
But truly I don’t feel a single thing

This other living soul in me, is seeking fun and tries to make you believe
I am trustworthy.

Well, I am just me, I don’t think for others I just wanna be me and be happy, just wanna do my things
I just wanna prove my existence means something, and once I proved myself this, I fade and stays within.

These walls are big and strong and sturdy. You can try burning, hammering, knocking, begging, wishing, crying, coaxing. It only makes them stronger and protects you away from me.

I am the demon, exile from eternity. The numeric 6 imprinted on me, thrice so to speak.