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
Demon
