Stranger

CHANGED. Nothing is what it once had been. I, the body of my past, housing the ghost of a soul devoured by that of a stranger. My eyes that once perceived the world in their own unique beautiful way, ripped from their sockets and in their stead bulge monstrous orbs that see nothing but vile and putrid images. Darkness, darkness, darkness; blank pages, ghostly nightmares, a piece of the blackest art. Cold, so FUCKING cold, cold from sensory nerves of touch to the ghastly skeleton holding me together.

FRIEND. the only solace, the only comfort, the only voice that calls my name. COLD, RIGID, STEEL. Burning, stinging, singing a lullaby as it meets and pierces my decaying flesh. Melodies flow in the warm thick blood that spews, flowing down, caressing, cascading, exciting, arousing; reminding me I am alive. My friend, my only friend, the only one who can ease this broken mind and fucked up organ of myth that pumps the poison called love.

NOTHING. I am nothing: the hallowed doll, dingy whore, a carcass. I am the remains of what I once was, lying Dead to be gorged upon by the living beasts and vermin of this black earth. My reality: the MEAT, the DRINK the INDULGENCE. I am the entertainment laid at the Alter of the RAVEN.

THE RAVEN: black, cold, dark, dead; violently defacing my flesh with his beak. Ravaging me, tearing through every layer of sinew and fat. Engrossing me with  yellow eyes: inviting, terrifying, demonic, crazed, and relentless. The Raven: Satan dressed in feathers, maiming, taking, contorting, owning me, changing me, and consuming my soul.