(The lighting was impeccable
Her ominous white glow hovering above the lone stool
Waiting for my gift to arrive
I grinned anxiously as I sat in my throne, directly facing the stool
My foot endlessly tapping
My teeth chattering
My eyes fixated on the clock as it hung above the doorway
Quietly stalking the stool
I paced from the living room to the corroding window
And veered through the looking glass
Her elongated body floated up the stairwell.
And the walls they whispered.)
The lighting burns the glass
Impatience.
A laugh, a taste to sulk
Keep singing my breathing stops
Air turns to fog, release me
(choir sings)
I embrace the witness of all engulfing tongues.
Attack Whiplash
She, breather of light, falls into my arms.
Eyes leak
I, witness
I, failure
I, devil
I, creator
I, ender
I, vagrant
I, father
A, god
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
I enflame
I consume her peeling flesh
The choir surrounds
The choir refills