If you feel it surge
through your body
and no one's around
to witness; then

you're home free;

in your bubble of
Truths, where the
crimson fiends
burst through the doors

and splattered
across the floor,--

You there,

wondering where
the heart has gone;

Your skeleton
knows no bounds
as it rests comfortably
between the jaws

of tradition

and sickness;

your sanctuary
of insanity

Only you know
the way out of
nowhere;

and only you
hear the screams

of the undying

thirst.