undead
Greenlighter
id hang myself with my own intestines if it would prove a point. run a dagger through all my vital organs to heist the blood from heart to limb. but alas, the severed fingers give direction, they wield the knife that turned so many into ashes. always one nervous twitch away from immortality and a step from the back door. ceasing every moment to find shadows from the light, hidden from the moon under the crooning midnight sky. the meathook in my basement should house the greatest bedding. the table with the crooked leg, supporting your last meal. the light bulb, with dead flies stuck to its surface, your only light for the remainder of your time. was justice done or done too late? coughing up your own blood to try to form the simplest of plees. you said that i could never bring you to your knees, but i got the final laugh. your eyes can only see the ceiling, your feet can barely reach the floor. your insides spread across the table. ill be eating alone again tonight.
