Self Portrait

Sharpened teeth to rip to shreds.
Pale stuck to the shadows.
Nosferatuesk, in chains, in chains.

Skin wrapped tight.
Highlighted ribs.
Curved metal plates upon my wrists.
Chains long cut.

Freed slavery.
Heavy is to lift.
But of an arm.

Panther lined trenchcoat.
No shirt underneath.
Blood drawing lines down my chest.
Gut gasping.

Sat upon a throne which bares no arms for rest.
Left resting hands above my knees instead.
Boned fingers end in point.
Clawing at the caps.

Smoke dripping from my evil grin,
Around my jaw, under my ears, and up.
Sharpened teeth displayed below the wrinkled brow.
Maniacal frozen in pause.
Smoke continuing to constantly loom.

White hot burning irises,
Burning into your glass soul.
Dear reader, watch you glow.

Ever, ever forth, as if displayed.
Waiting 'til the toiled boots mimic the large stone walls.
A perfect cube roomed, denied of draft.

Awaiting for the door to open,
So that he may beckon.
To the subjects of his invisible kingdom.

Cobweb drenched elbows.
Knuckles needing cracks.
Perfect posture as the spine begs to relax.
Begs to collapse.

Sitting as the smoke begins to flood the ceiling.
Resembling the sky, it stirs in circle.

The image in my head,
White haired,
Laid out for whom to picture.
Ashened skin,
repeated again,
as i barely lift a finger.