the world crumbles

at my feet,

i can't help the

laugh that

escapes

my lips

by seeing everything

fall apart

little by

l i t t l e

but all i can

hear are

the screams,

the sight of your

bloodied palms on

the walls,

the ashes are

drenched in ichor,

yet everything i see

comes back to you;

your flaming eyes,

your skin, your touch,

you pulsing

through my veins,

i beg you,

don't tear me apart,

don't take me

home,

drag me across the

wooden floor;

taint my blood

with your venom,

bite me down -

i beg you,

don't take me back

home.

the voices would

call out my name,

the withering bodies

craving for sinners

that would take the

pain away,

their fingers clung

to my throat

squeezing it till the

very last breath,

the leaving it alone

to struggle to survive.

the mirror would

spit on me,

caressing my thighs

till i became weak

sucking my appetite

till i became weak

cutting through the bone

till i became weak.

the echoes rung

through the walls and

they talked -

about their everlasting

hunger

they told me they'd

never stop

they screamed in

pleasure

and moaned melodies

of mischief

they'd take me away

with them

their agonizing calls

to tell tales

of rotten corpses

they'd make me one

of them.

please don't take me

home

don't drag me across

the wooden floor

spit on me

destroy me -

don't take me home.