Decay

The flesh was melting, bubbling, tearing. Ceasing to exist, nevermore. Velvet feathers; so soft as death, float down beside me, I shuddered. So quiet. She whispered into my soul, I never rid those eyes full of blood from my memories of hatred. So full, so soft. I shuddered as if an angel had died behind me. But beside the feathers grew, from my mind my mind, they grew. Velvet like fireworks. Soft like decay, I’ve always been decaying. From my first breath, I decayed that little bit more. My heart weakened oh so gently, my lungs they shudderedalways, dying in hope. In blood. In faith. Risible he looks down and up but never towards, help me, help me, but savethem, save you. Dance away the pain of velvet fingers slowly reaching down and caressing your hands oh very softly, they shall make marks of none, they shall be whispers of everything you've done wrong. Leave now. The tunnel the tunnel. Metal red . No face. Not today. Kiss me, sweet hands of death. Throw my blood all over the living room, make me beg for pain and decay, oh so much more decay.

I only wanted to live. Now I can't stop existing.