Tearing out the floorboards in a rabid frenzy, feeling the need to find it, to find the source of the beating, the pounding, the thumping.
Ripping out my hair because it’s buried. No, not in a graveyard, it’s home, but here.
Trying to find some peace someday but it’s loud and I need quiet and I can’t find it but the thump and the thump and the thump
But no one seems to care that he is missing, that this home of mine reeks like a putrid veil attracting birds and rats and vermin
Yeah, no one seems to care as I descend into madness, and the red of his heart causes red in my eyes, the world protruding into fire as I take a deep breath, two. As I try to convince myself that everything is fine.