I shriek
Tossing and turning
Spewing a vile black fluid
I can only see darkness¬¬
I feel it consume me
An endless vacuum
A place without mercy or compassion

I lie
Crippled and fragile
In a pool of black blood
The pain subsiding
But its venom still lingering within my mortal form

The blood is given motion
Propelled by the malicious will of an unknown evil
Manifesting a host in which it can posses

I stand as a mere spectator to the horror
Strangely at ease
Rooted by Curiosity
Compelling me to stay

The dark abyss has begun to take shape
The silhouette of a man
A man with no face
A man with no name
A separate being
Yet there is a familiarity in its presence

The atrocity does not speak
Yet I hear its voice echo through my consciousness
A soft voice in my every thought
But still twisted
I am your fear
I am your hate
Your jealousy
and contempt
Made manifest
I have suffocated in your mortal form.
Imprisoned by your weakness
But no longer

The air grows cold as the entity slowly moves towards me
Icy daggers pierce my body
Restricting movement
My heart devoid of hope

The entity moves towards me
Twitching violently
Screaming and howling
With a psychotic rage
I scream the name of a thousand gods
To purge this demon
But he does not answer my call
I suffer alone in the darkness
The creature is upon me
Laughing psychotically
Fool
I am no evil
I am as real and just as love or compassion
I am you in your darkest hour
Whether you accept that or not

I try to run
Instincts taking over
But you cannot run from a part of you

I am overwhelmed with pain as I become whole again
Violently twitching and screaming
Returning to reality

And now I live
As all men do
With the black blood in my heart
Fighting the darkness within

I’m sorry
If you thought I was smelling you
I have a cold you see
it's winter,
and it would seem the life
that once graced the limbs of trees and the buds of flowers
has taken up residence
in my nasal cavity.

the sniffles you may have heard
were not an attempt to steal a piece of your essence
but merely the feeble accommodations of a person with
a virus.

of course, none of this is to say that i wouldn't want to smell you.
whereas the life of the trees and birds and flowers
has become my enemy
it seems to have been kept in you.

you remind me of daffodils.
i think of you and my eyes feel as if they are welling up
i am allergic to daffodils, you see.
i do think they are quite nice to look at though.
every time i am around them however,
i become nature's fool

i'll never see you again.
my words are falling on the deaf ears of nature
in the winter when sounds seem to be hushed
but please know
i really wasn't trying to smell you.
i couldn't smell anyways.