Get out damned critic

Get out damned critic

Go, get out, cease.

Leave this troubled soul

In peace.

Your carping voice

A constant companion.

A screech of disdain

At every move.

A niggle, at every turn.

A needle stuck,

In the same groove.

A repetitive dirge,

Grinding me down,

Winding me up.

Pushing me to the limit

Of my endurance.

Breaking my heart

With your withering words,

Whispered in my ear,

Even when people are near.

Subliminal images,

Attached by invisible thread.

Pounding, punishing,

Filling my head.

Leaving me

Only when I am finally dead.

Is that the truth of it?

Damn your lies.

Trying to make me

See the world through

Your eyes.

Leave me now.

If there is to be death,

Let it be you

That I kill.