I Came Here For Your Death

I want your ethereal heart and I am willing to dig into your chest to get it. I want to devour it and all its gossamer light. I want to drain the blood and feel the meat between my teeth. I want the wound to never close up so you can feel me in your skin forever. So you can feel nothing but me. Feel only the hardness scarring up your world full of visions of me rising above you. I want to be your wounding. Your ugliness. Your eternal vengeance caught in the throats of the guilty.

I am the demon behind your eyes and the killer between your sheets.

And I want all of you for myself.

Write Me

I want you to write a story about me. I want to find myself in your text as I dig between the sentences. I want to know your interpretation of my flesh, my eyes and the words falling out of my mouth around your ankles. I want to be a main character in your demonic chapters and find my dialogue dripping with innuendo; filled to the brim with sharp bones. I want to be your hero and your villain. I want to be your twisting plot and fuck up your narrative structure. I want my distorted image on your dust jacket. I want my name on every page. My fingerprints in your ink. I want your hands to shake when you write it all down.

I want to be The Word and to fill your head with me all day...