What Lies Beneath.
This was an old piece, re-written, and tweaked.
Wires frayed, attached to the heart of a being without a soul.
Drained the life and shriveled up, like a flower in its final hour.
Fingers bleeding from razor sharp teeth, gnawing at the hand that feeds it.
Liquid endlessly flowing from the projectors of image within the skull.
A tidal wave that grows to a tsunami within the pit of the stomach.
It felt like only seconds were gained while days were tossed out the window.
Imagine a heart dancing to an endless beat, with a tempo that rapidly changes.
"Dance with me Devil, and tell me your story."
Emerge from the blanket over your skull as sharp, exaggerated horns.
Slither along you serpentine, smile and flick your tongue.
Slam your hands against the cold, hard metal bars and grow angry.
Grasp tighter, pull, yank, tear, scream.
Break free...