Chelicera

AS I ASCEND THE STAIRCASE THOUGHTS OF GRANDEUR FILL MY MIND REACHING THE DOOR IN QUESTION THE SMELL OF BLOOD ESCAPES THE SEAMS I CHOKE PICKING THE LOCK IT SLOWLY CREAKS AND AS THE LIGHT FLOODS IN HORROR STRIKES ME AS I SCAN THE MESS NO VICTIM INTACT A BASTARDIZATION OF THE HUMAN FORM PILES OF VISCERA, DISMEMBERED LIMBS ARE TORN, A PORTAIT OF BRUTALITY I STEP INTO THE CRIME SCENE CAREFUL NOT TO LEAVE A TRACE MY LIGHT GLINTS A BLADE ON THE FLOOR IT CANNOT BE THE CAUSE OF THIS CARNAGE ...AND THEN I FIND AN EERIE GIFT ORGANIC MATTER, WRITHING THERE IN HIS GUTS I NEARLY DROP IT AS IT SQUIRMS THIS VILE CREATURE, ONCE WAS BURSTING FORTH WITH LIFE NOW LEFT TO ROT AMONG THE WORMS MY THOUGHTS BEGIN TO FLOAT... THIS IS NOT OF THIS WORLD I STAND IN REVERENT AWE THIS SAVAGE THING WAS TORN FROM BEYOND THE REALMS OF MAN AMONG THE GORE I FIND A SEVERED NOOSE WHICH BEGS THE QUESTION.. WHERE IS THE FUCKING HEAD?? ..MIND IS RACING ...REVELATION ....THIS IS NOT OF THIS WORLD BASKING IN ITS DARK MAJESTY...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025