Codrin Que
A coldness, a sleepless hate, an unwanted intrusion.
these are sharp needles, a thin sliver of discomfort that rings, and ringing again...
the sharp needles, they prick the flesh clean, they pull the flesh off. these thin metal quills.
drag them up, drag them down. all the way down, and a tumble, and a loose little jiggle.
The thin metal spike rips the flesh right off the bone, with a loud sound.
I can see a strawberry falling off the branch.
the bone screams in a dull roar, there is no more flesh.
crimson red globs of blood that make the warmth. the blood is warm still.
but the blood on the floor is cold.
the thin metal teeth eat the skin.
the soft sound of the collection.
A skull leaves the body, the severed head is moving, on it's own.
you have forgotten me, but
Because I could not be with you.
You know who I am.
You know who I am, deep inside. You must know.
there is a floating head. A severed head.
He knows your name.
He knows your face.
He can see you.
A razor thin metal separation of flesh that breaks for a torrent of splashing purple blood.
it comes down in rivers...
The blood pools in a vat of sickening bile,
The vat is a drum of brown skin, the air is ripe with death.
The maggots rise, the moon becomes red.
The ice cold hand reaches up, the fingers close.
In a dark, endless void.
A small white severed head floats motionless.
His dead eyes looking forward, into yours.
He hates you, you can see it, feel it.
the hatred is eternal, unforgiving, relentless.
die.
Die alone, and die with me.
what is hell? what is nothingness?
This severed head,...it came from some place deeper than that.
Die insane. Die un-avenged, hostile, and...
forgotten.