Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language and violence.
My fingers twist,
Turn in unnatural ways,
Doing an odd dance.
The skin ripping,
as bloody gore shines through,
showing my pure bones.
"Dig at 'em!"
And I do,
Pulling them out with a demonic vigor;
I don't need anything angelic in this body.
"You've become a monstrosity,"
As I crawl along the floor like an animal,
Drool running down my chin,
Making rivets all along the tile floor.
"Ain't nothin' feelin' good tonight!"
I giggle out,
A large chunk of muscle slides off the sinew of my arm,
A wet pop sends me into hysterics,
And I'm going into a fit again.
"Fuckin' hit me! send it straight up my veins!"
And I'm seein' the Devil,
A smoking mess of bodies.
I've got an itch in my guts,
And an ache in my fists,
I'm tellin' you honey,
I'm a no good beast,
and the stuff in your pockets,
They seem like one hell of a feast.