i wandered this road
caked in the gravel
that chipped at my toes
and filleted my feet
blood left in the wake of my walk
sending up a scent for him to swallow
an attraction born from crimson
he came to me
and we walked together
his charm captured my trust
so I took his hand
in hopes for guidance
but he gripped my fingers
and crushed my carpals
his mouth pooled with blood
as my own flowed from my fingers
my eyes widened in horror
when i realized his were glazed over
i struggled to get away
clawing from his reach
and tearing at his face
i tore at his shirt
and as the flesh fell away
i saw the vacant hole in his chest
i turned and ran
barely escaping
barely escaping
as he leapt forward
in a feral frenzy
i fell into the arms of a beautiful girl
who took me in her grasp
and comforted me
my blood soaked her shirt
and she stared at me
with a gorgeous gaze
i finally felt safe in her eyes
as she kissed my lips
then tore them from my face
with her rotted teeth
a cascade of crimson
spewed from my severed skin
and i saw her eyes were vacant as well
i escaped her clutches
but couldn’t run far
for the dead were all around me
they closed in
and took the rest of my fingers
ripped off my clothing
and tore out my heart
i slipped into an undead slumber
and woke with an insatiable hunger
they took the best of me
my fingers
my lips
my humanity
now i’m nothing
but a walking corpse
no lips for passion
no soul for remorse
no heart for love
no hands for art
no head for reason
they tore it apart
now all i have
is the capacity to kill
i must, although i’m filled
with disgust
the desire to devour
is my only will
although i was dead
a thought dawned in my head
my evisceration born a revelation
aren’t we all just dead anyway?
the world will always catch up
and shut us down
like a virus through the blood
that makes us bitter
and filled with a red rage
don’t we all lash out
at everyone around us
don’t we all tear each other apart
for our own sustenance?
we shuffle toward our futures
but our futures are filled with blood
black and bitter
and we hurt each other
to make it feel better
but we're only making it worse
it’s a cycle that spreads
like a disease that funnels
through the veins
and we’ll all be affected
and infected
eventually
until we’re all torn
limb from limb
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