Me without you

in the dingy lanes of my mental maze you roam,
thriving voice in my head - infinitely indecisive;
spiralling in my personal gyre of delusions,
you are the ominous surprise every time,
you within me within you within me within you —
an endless loop of mocking matryoshka dolls,
until i rip you out, blood and flesh too.

still, the hollow bones ring with your parting shrieks,
defaced for the rest of a hollow shell of a life
or weathered with renewed strength
as jagged rocks turn into non-committing pebbles.