Standing alone, and walking forward,
one must question the scenery here.
Unstable.
Hold my hand, let us not get lost okay?
I can't see forward,
can you?
Watching my feet shall do fine.
We must walk faster,
things are at creep,
from behind us.
Thoughts. Hear them coming.
Come please,
walk faster with me.
Don't look anything in the eye,
they will get you,
they will get you for sure.
Do you see all the claw marks,
do you see they want something?
they want something.
Vile stenches of something rotting and smoldering file in around us.
Glares.
I sense them.
Yes,
all around us now,
can you smell that? The air is getting frigid.
Can you hear that?
Something from behind us is shrieking,
don't look back okay?
Do you see these things, dangling from the sky?
They are everywhere now.
There is an echo in the distance.
We're near an obstruction,
the sounds are bouncing off walls.
Is it getting louder all around us?
Tangles and vines; all around the ground.
They reach for me,
my shoes have been covered.
My shins are grasped with the strong hold of a desperate begging.
Around and around, it goes it goes.
Carving it's bypass around my every leg hair like a high speed ski through an indigenous slope.
Higher it climbs, batting down my defending logistics.
There's a sick desperation in your laugh.
Stand there and watch, it has me now.
Green hues and brown tints invade my body relentlessly grinning at me.
HOw cUTE Am i NowWw?
Piercing thighs, piercing glares, under my skinz, crawling deeperz.
Where have you been all this time? i miiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssed you.
You smell like the spring time, clearance sarcasm, and high tension.
My waist is wrangled, twisted, and painted with your tangling contented attitude.
Content.
So content you watch me, on my plea,
sitting at the throne of judgement.
How is it working out for you?
I'm glad.
My ribs are meld in the palms of your hands,
reach in.
What have you found?
Oxidate me, send my blood through its tracks.
Pump that lively glow you used to feel,
all...
the way...
to the tips...
of my fingers...
and back.
Shiver my spine like a rattling snake.
Reach for me, over the hills, to the bottoms of my neck.
Trickle down my chest,
engulf me.
Digging.
At.
My.Neck.
I can barely see you, im covered.
Content.
Cold, and unmanageably content.
Tell me those words,
correct my awareness.
Tell me, I plea, tell me.
Can't you just open your mind and speak?
So very frigid, just keep staring at me.
I wont get to see the end,
you wont open your mouth,
i wont move,
stuck.
