DarkenedRainbow

you are a moan that crawls like a tarantula down the hall to my room. papier-mâché girls dance in the garden, wild women, burning with their dreams of becoming skeletons, and through their parchment skin i can see their wasted hearts struggling to beat. a dead boy visits me at night. i lie rigid in my bed, paralysed while he stands by my window, white as the underbelly of a fish, still dripping with water from the ocean that stole his life. and i can still feel their hands on me, as cold and rotten as the hands of a corpse, the prick in my backside while they fill me with their venom. they rape me of my life a

Settling in the depths of my mind, Gnawing at my emotional flesh, Thriving on not only my pain and despair, But those who truly care as well. Only stopping to gawk on its progress, Laughing dangerously at my demise. Its eyes. Flickering with the evil power locked in its soul. Its hands. Bloodied, dark, jagged. Flowing with hate. Its heart. Dry and shrivelled in the hollow of its chest. Beating not once. This creature. This evil force gliding through every aspect of my being, Is me.