#rabidundead

“Forbid me. Seal away the pearls, the gaudy abundance of this world. Lay over my shoulders the coverings of my nature. Blot out the impulses of a ruined kind. You are the coil at my throat, the strap to bind my maw, the cloth about my eyes. Send me out to sea, dig me a grave. Cast me where I may not reach with trapping fang and claw. Burden yourself with a thousand wrongs so that I might bless the air with ash. Breathe life into dying embers, curse us all to bloody vengeance. Build your pyre and light us ablaze, we are hell in wait.”

“Little did I know it was the end of the world.”

“Life is a cocoon, we sleep not knowing the world without. To tear free, to be raw, to feel the cool serrate of midnight’s breath upon the body. Without the soul there is a weightlessness, wings unfurled like leaves in the final bloom of death. Leave your skin behind, this is the time to let fall mortal burden. I am an open wound, undress me; let the air kiss me with its crisp and severe sting. Agony is the pleasure to drink in all that might bring one to an end.”

“The world folds in around me here under the metropolis, windows all fire with the flickering of city lights. I’ve been here long enough. I know these nights, these faces, this listless pace like insects programmed in unending patterns across the same dirt. I am faceless as ever, poor menace, wanting thief, stranger with vulture eyes. If I let them break my body, toss me up like a strident storm, splay out my blood and jar my bones; will I be their revulsion. Might I still be the monster of ancestors, old horror, timeless tale.”

“The taste of fear on blood is acquired; it quenches the wild ones. Those unlike myself would call it ruined, soured, unclean. I call it water of life, fire in the veins, lightning scorched fingertips. Fear feeds a starving heart like nothing else.”

“There is a screaming deep in these woods. It lashes about and tears at itself like a wild thing. Hot pulse, prickling under sharp ice. Run across me your fingers in red, create sin or bring new faith into being. Something has broken this place, dug up from hell an ilk of desperation and rancor. Here grows a tree rotted in black and burr, frost seals away roots better left beneath. Let not these arms reach again, break them away and smash the fruit born from toxin. Lay aside the seeds only if you wish the unforgivable.”