It looks upon me The dreadful thing Wheezing through sardonic cackles With razor teeth in uneven rows Layers between the putrescent gums, Saliva dripping like silk lubricant; Eyes of fire and silt glow like embers in umbrage. Thin pallid fingers with claw-like nails reach - Unclean poisoned tips infecting with just the most innocent scratch.
The light abound atrophies within malcontent As its hunched frame moves to blind the windowed view, It smells of a potpourri of putridness mixed with viscera Bile scented, sulphuric perfume, It traces words into being as sound travels in silence Caught in the misanthropic way it dances about the window Drowning the light by consuming its grace.
I haven’t eaten in days and it salivates more Hunger is what hurts it, I can feel the pangs - Escape is futile, as limbs go insubordinate. Voices long forgotten to haunt in stereo, off-beat, Whispers of the past forbade now repeat And each orb that ignited the dark plays back like pub televisions, Memories brought to you by catatonic erosion Mine for the low price of a soul sacrificed, And three easy payments of lives yet lived. It follows through the streamline,
Embedded in my ***** ******* those swimming agents, May each one lose the race and fall like lemmings Disgraced and discarded among it If only it can end with me - as it paces Rays catching face, dialing pupils Hissing like an annoyed cat I am famished Accustom to the cold lingering - Awash in the warm coddled embrace And quickly back into the frigid again. It follows, and it won’t be long now Until it swallows, grinding me within the endless maw Torn and ripped to shreds by thorns adored as ivory teeth - Consumed by the hungering doubt, Depression’s evocation in divine rites