Him and him
Her and her

What protect them against
The dreadful thoughts
Virusing my mind?

What makes them special?
What makes them happy?
Why do they kill me?
Do I deserve it?

Trying to forget it all
My eyes follow
That little candle on the shelf.
That poster on the wall.
That writing hand.

Nothing. scary.

I must have missed something.
The silence is always here
To remind me of it.