HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS , WHERE HELL BREATHES ! in the cortez’s beating walls , in its pulse of thudding hellfire , in the yawning mouth drawing upwards to swallow him entirely , the antichrist finds comfort . he is whole –––– missing pieces of a boy filled by dark shadows within . evil lurks , with its thick tendrils wound ‘round michael , infiltrating veins & seizing mind . the spirits are prisoners here ––––– but the Beast is welcomed in his contentedness ! such leisure stains already blackened palms , dripping down the white purity of his dress shirt . ( killing is a show of affection , a tribute of his love ! ) he understands the hunger –––––– & he does what he can , what he does best . crimson bleeds into smile , suffused through space ‘tween bared teeth , palm a sweeping gesture to the mess he’s made . ❛ –––––– for you ! ❜