Evolving Psychosis

In this moment,
The skies have gone red. 
An ache in the chest reaches,
As the heart begins to burn.

You will find no love in my eyes,
No soul for which to care.
This shadow longs to hold you,
Flaying skin from your bones.

Black death wriggling,
With bloody anticipation.
The knife from my back,
Now held to your throat,
Thirsting to caress your veins.

You wanted this,
You asked for this,
Now tremble with success.
This loveless heart,
This blackened tongue,
Feeding on your trepidation.
You started this,
You begged for this,
Now step aside as I finish.
Playing your hand far too soon,
Inviting your own destruction.