knuckles bleeding drip down to the ***** bathroom floor rose petals and diamonds across the black and white tile beneath my feet the bitter taste of defeat sitting on the tip of my tongue
eyes travel upwards to where it used to be dull eyes sallow skin yellow teeth a corpse i see in front of me
the corpse meets its empty eyes towards mine a knowing smirk on its face taunting
"i am you and you are me"
blind rage and fury only wanting to destroy a craving for a feat
the dead eyes show no emotion but still they glimmer with this sort of obscenity knowing full well of the agony created with the waxy blue lips and destruction caused by the skeletal limps
malice is all this monster knows
"i cannot be you, this cannot be me'
i try to look away but the corpse is all i see shuttering images of the nails, the lips, the teeth
i grab the dagger i see before me smashing the image slaying the beast till it's nothing but glittering diamonds till i taste the blood between my teeth
knees weak salty tears and crimson rivers the corpse smiles
"i am you and you are me"
"Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still." -Macbeth