Fuzzy Pixel creatures
Immaculate
Telling in psychosis

Wandering nature
Setting up camp
Makeshift fields
Trying times
Scavenging wandering
Your only goal
Finding home
Remembrance

Hunger sets in
Your stomach speaks
A beast like growl

Sinking teeth into veins of a forbidden fruit
That found  
                         You

That first contact to tongue
Taste of home
Texture of wood
Contents of nostalgia
Recipe for disaster

When you reminisce
You're allowing
Everything
Everyone to pay a visit

Unwelcome and seldom
Unbroken
Unlike your mental

You're now drawn away from previous settlement
Transported trauma
You're where you've never abandoned

A shiver trembles your vessel

You follow the eerie sound
With your empty eyes
And find yourself looking straight ahead

A screeching voice so familiar crawling out the pitch black alleyway
On sensitive instinct alone you dare there
to be
In the distance a scene of bodies
Swaying
Trembling closer

Yet motionless

A convenient twitching streetlight above
It's your only given clarity
You blink ,You die
You concur

You hear echoes brushing though your scalp like razorblades

It tickles
You belch
A laughter
Melancholy and gently horrific

You now understand where you are
It's where you've been
Suddenly you feel an itch on your left wrist

You look down after tending to it
And the dead rotten flesh once there
Has been parted with

Underneath the darkest blood
There's a branded etching on your wrist

Blood connects the last letter of each word As if it was written
In the most gorgeous cursive

It reads: "Home is my playground.
                 The ground is my home.
                       Can I finally play?"