The slightest breeze
Brings the gossip of pines to my ears
I'm bolt upright
My sweat runs cold
My eyes wide and glowing in the semi-darkness
My heart races
A cardinal beating red wings against it's cage
Mountains loom with the muffled danger
Of sleeping giants, or a nest of dragons in slumber
My diminutive cabin shrinks with the terror and awe they deserve
The fire sputters and coughs
A sickly old man with lungs full of ashen phlegm
The night doesn't end
And I feel uneasy
Ready for the night's horrors to begin

The music pumps
and flows through my veins like blood
  my nerves are electrified
   my eyes are seared with the flashing multicolored lights
    my ears throb with the beat
     the bass splits my skull
      and makes my feet jump on the floor, though I stand still
       the heat and press of the bodies
        around me
         moves and shifts as they dance, arms waving in the air
        sweat rolling off their skin
       the energy is a suffocating humid cloud
      from which there is no escape
     it hangs in the air close to the ceiling.
    Someone slams into me, falling to the ground
   and as I look down, I catch a glimpse of their eyes
  glazed and bloodshot and dead
I realize that's exactly what they all are
bodies
empty bodies
  with nothing left except the music
    to fill the empty shells
     in the place that once held their souls.

When I don't want to stay
And I don't want to go home
Where do I go?
I don't want to leave here
I don't want to leave home
I'm mentally stuck
Between here and there
And there's nowhere to go but...
Where?

"Would it **** you to get to know them?"
Honestly?
Yes.
The disorganized, fumbling  army of we
Their shared, glazed  eyes
That look the same
The clothes that are all stitched together
So they stumble as one
Their one slackened mouth.
They speak as one.
When one gets too close it becomes contagious
A disease that spreads on their one breath
It spreads like mint scented wildfire.
It floods your soul and like acid
Dissolves what is there
To replace it with them
And what they pretend to be

I wonder is he notices me
Staring at him from across the room
His beauty fills me with emotions
That I don't understand
His voice makes my heart
Soar... sore
If he was truly Death
I'd die for him to notice
My eyes on his face
That golden god before my
unworthy eyes

Lying wide-eyed in the dark
Why am I not asleep?
The mask on the desk grows bloodshot eyes
The little noises that insects make
As they crawl across the walls
Fills the room
I can’t breathe
The stench of the grinning corpse in the bed next to me
Is unbearable, suffocating
The sweat rolling down my skin
Feels like ants on my skin
I can’t move
I’m bound by my own flesh
I’m screaming through lips sewn shut
This madness
This terror
It’s eating me up from the inside