dilated.
distant and cold.
is this real?
the dark master calls me again.
beckons to me.
hellish promises slip from my lips into his hands
can he feel my fear?
i can hardly taste, but i'm sure it's blood
mine.
my blood.
am i drowning now?
lungs filled with my own pain
he killed me.
or did i **** myself?
why is the sky on fire?
am i sane?
yes.
she is. she's okay.
whites.
pupils are gone. they left with her soul.
slipped away like salt.
red.
whose eyes are these?
not her own. she tore at her eyelids.
the mirror exposed a demon.
she clawed them out.
but the image engraved too deep.
this is who we are.
the monster beneath our flesh.
and we worship God.

e.s.s.