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