here's a skeč with only black ceruzka

Autor: Kornel Krakovský | 11.3.2020 o 1:08 | Karma článku: 0,00 | Prečítané:  7x

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down in hell

there's a cheap hotel

and by the reception

a dark angel tells u where

you can lay your head

comfortably, pillowed on your hair

 

he tells u

where I'm waiting

a dark spirit

across the room

of in thin smoke

waning

 

as you enter the room

you hear a whisper

from your center

telling you to turn back

you feel a presence

trembling under the parquet

 

and a gentle voice that's fadingly ringing

not mine

but of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy

of me

as I became uncomfortable in my skin-

I shed it once

or twice, trice

I might have also

shed my guts,

shed my bones,

shed a couple layers from my soul

 

now I live as a wraith

but with no wrath

now I'm just like fallen out teeth

no use

and no grit

on the edge

because I am Edge

 

I am the point of the dagger

but with no blade

nor handle

I'm just a needle

 

now you entered the room

with no turning back

so excited

I jump up and down

the passion fills me now

 

my presence

thin as a needle

pierces your long gentle neck

and now, like a mosquito

I'm sucking up all the emotions

I planted there

 

every last bit of me

I left to die

but you kept those memories

in your hearth

lovingly

 

someone I never was

Is now, why I need to be

so I can be someone or something

because all I am now

is the hunger

so I eat it up, from you

and I don't think about

what can come after...

 

but I want more...

 

...and you notice...

 

...that little mark on your neck

that stings a bit

 

you brush it with your hand

and you start feeling something

forming

behind you

 

I spawn hands

and start tearing your clothes of you

I rip the skirt

I rip the jacket in half

I rip the shirt

and underneath I search for

 

more

                    

                       ...more

 

                                          m o r e

 

 

                                                                 MORE

 

and I form dark glooming eyes

and they form a shine around my hunger

and I form a mouth around the abyss

and it forms and endless river of drool

and I form a long snake tongue

and it slithers on the floor

 

and with it

 

I tie your hands

and your legs

 

I have been trapped in hell for way too long

or maybe hell's been trapped in me

so now I feast on you, my fair maiden

like you're the only angel left

in a pit of hungry devils

 

from the cloud of my body

I spawn arms and hands and fingers

And I feel you all over

feel as your hearth throbs onto the surface

feel the fear in every inch of your body

as an animal

trapped in the jaws of the predator

 

I bury my fingers deep

into your soothing skin

 

but the more I eat

and the more I taste of your skin

the more I long for your flesh

the more I imagine

images

of innards...

 

it snaps

I feel

a turn

 

no more feral

the humanity starts coming back to me

and I look at your face

And I loosen my grasp

 

twas a big mistake

 

you take your chance

you bite me

and bury your nails

into me

...you escape

 

and now I see you

in front of me

not just as

the remedy to my hunger

but

a memory

 

and I'm loosing my strength

 

we stand face to face

as of now

I stand in front of you

as a blue-greyish cloud

with glooming evil eyes

slim hands of a demon

and a tongue to the ground

 

and you are you

with your eyes

searching the room

 

on the door hanging

you see The Running Sword

and I just blink

try to say something

but just a ghoulish screech comes out

not far after

The Running Blade slides in

from your hands

through my forehead

 

and the toughts go away again

and my eyes wash away

like raindrops on a car window

the tongue falls of as a dead limb

right next to my dead limb

right next to my dead head

 

and in pieces I lay

forming a small lake

and in its reflection

you wont see yourself

I lay underneath

 

and slowly

 

                      ssssslowly

 

I'm crawling back

to steal

from you

for one last time

 

steal a piece of my life..

 

my lady, for one last time, I beg you:

 

'put your hand into the puddle

I dare you

put your hand into the puddle

You know you want to

 

Is this a dream or reality?

both

do as you feel

and you will see

afterwards I dissolve

to finally set you free'

 

I came up, onto the floor

from my last breath

 

and the breath

after the last

I wanna breath all into you

 

make gentle love with me

on the floor

as a parting gift

as I fade away

 

you...

 

fair maiden

demon slayer

 

...then crawl back on your bed

and watch me drown into the parquets

 

As I fade

the last toughs scramble up

in my non-existent head

 

I would wish                   /of desire/

for you to pick me up

to put at least a hand

on your pillow

while the floor eats up the rest

 

                                     /of going mad/

when the skin dries and darkens

use it as a glove

and with it

put your hand on the floor

im swimming underneath it

in pieces

if you lay down your ear

you might hear my distant whispers

 

please don't look at the floor ever again

you might see my hands

slowly creeping to the surface

don't stare at the abyss

cause in time, not that long

the abyss will stare back

into you

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