Serial killer

You`re my serial killer.
You`re touching my skin
And I feel a beast inside
That cant show even mirrors.

You`re my private drug diller.
You can see in my grin
All my fears that I hide.
Fears, that live under pillow.

You are holding my hands –
Thing, that makes me feel safe,-
In your eyes is my cave,
And you know, what it means

When I say that it pains
To loose you day by day,
To see you off your face,
To be just your painkiller…