They came again
last night.

Eyes bulging
as the air was forced up
through their throats,
out through their
silent, screaming mouths.

The more I pressed,
the harder they kicked.
Muddy grass flying up into my face.

My veins are a chemical mess,
lust, lunacy and loathing
coursing from my heart
into my blood.
Filling my body up
in the absence
of love.

I can taste it,
as the bodies seep through the walls and windows

I can remember
the moment that
life left them.