Blood
Sticky red viscous
Dripping glazing my arm
Coursing up and out of my veins
The dark threads of life
That run through my ever paler skin.
Out onto the blade the red pours
Into the air where madness resides
The beasts coalesce and cling to
My open wound
Infecting injecting their poison
Infiltrating my body
Causing havoc and disease
They reach my brain
Even after my arm has stopped
Pumping sticky red blood onto the carpet
Long after it has dried matted
Turned black and green with plague.
In my mind they wander
Pulling files and disrupting order
Half-forgotten dreams resurface
Childhood memories
Glimpses of the past, the future
Swirl in a haze of fever.
My eyes see nothing of the real world
My senses deadened
Nothing but bits of another life
Attacking and destroying me
Hallucinations beautiful and terrifying horrific awful
These dark invaders of the mind.