This urge…
This is a strange urge.
I continue to bear my wrists out in front of me, to the empty screen, to the quiet room, to the expanse of road before me.
A silent offering.
An urge to beg of some unseen company
Slash at the pale skin.
Sup from my veins.
Take from me.
Let it consume you because it has consumed me.
Catch fire with me
Watch the madness trickle from my eyes and flow from my lips
Let my passion scorch at the ceiling
Leave the dark marks of my lust upon the walls.
Attach a wild tuft of my hair to my stripped bones and gather up my blood.
Paint the world in my visions, my dreams, my nightmares.
Let my words cascade into you with voracious abandon.
Catch fire with me.
Let it take hold in you,
Grow in you,
Rot in you.
Until you return to see the fading marks of my obsessions
Until the blood has dried
Until the meat is gone
Until nothing is left but the memory of someone bearing their wrists out to you
Silently begging you to partake.