I still feel it in memory. The brutal lucid sting of perceived superiority. The ego so changed and battered that it replicates the cause. I still remember the eyes. Rage filled. The psychotic break. The silent pause and then the lunge.
I can still hear the bludgeon's howl.
Over and over
I hear the bludgeon's howl.
You completed your task yet you continued. Cycle without end. Persistence of Oroboros. With razorwire's intent my flesh was stripped away. My mind was stripped away. Left only sheer will. I used it. If only to exist another moment. Torn and beaten I crawled. I waited. Every chime of the clock was another moment in my resolve. In the movement of time I will find you again.
You hide in dark. Roaches pattern. You slither as if a serpent through blood. Yet I see the stare in others. The glare from dark corners. Corrupt. Cold as a mausoleum's affect. I know your means. Through blank soulless faces you stalk. Their eyes show your image. Mocking. I can feel you in them. A throat ful