Waited for it to get better

Subtle knife tears my insides away

Ivory pedestal

Amphora filled to the brim with blood

Vessel hungry

Broken on display like a memory

Warped reality, of my own making

Roots ripped, ripe for the taking

Fear

Of knowing

Your reflection is not you

Reveal thyself

Wind follows, howling through the chest so hollow

Haunt my footsteps

Shadow flickers

Candle singes my skin

Brick by brick, a fortress never-ending

Key scratched ragged throat

Unholy remindеrs

Mark your skin

Like a brand

The sigils do not definе the transformation

Shallow breathing

Catatonic state

Cold porcelain against my face

Maggots