Faces in the wall
beckon to me
they can't see
un-humans wandering their corridors
that whisk me away
blood-red labyrinth
boils me away to nothing
there is nothing,
here is nothing,
I am,
nothing.
Garden of eyes
human form distorted
harvest of hands
lifeforms of
epilepsy
ignorant of bladed death
approaching
drowned in ecstasy.
Snow-laden world
mutant of five hands
of bloodied eye,
that face that appears in
the darkened room
pierces the remnants
remnants of sanity,
and as I gaze into it
it gazes into me.
I am no place
no one
no thing
nothing