The Willing

[candescentlines]

I keep seeing your corpse in nightmares,
Feeding on my insides,
Bury worse into the dirt.
If you surrendered it'd be with fangs bared.
Unhinged until -
"Are you scared yet?"
Hiding in the cracks in voices.
We're caught between goodnight and goodbye.
Still piercing hearts,
Torn sinking guts,
Blinked at choices
And shaken with the way your eyes flash.
You claw out of my skull into the real world,
Leaving footprints on my skin.