In Enmity

Disoriented, I awoke mutilated
From the wounds I incurred to gaze upon
The mangled contortions that were once my kin
Strewn about like broken dolls

Their fragile forms barely containing the onset decay
Unto what fresh hell have I been cast
What manner of beast could commit such atrociously vile deeds
I retch from the stench and vomit
Coating the floor in my vitriolic emissions

I feel a pit growing in my soul
Pulsating with sinister intent
Congruent with the revelation

Of what has been and what must be done
I am not human anymore
You took that away from me
O what pleasure I will feel in taking it from you

It has been several days since I was cast into this void
Yet it feels as though a century has come and gone

Despair is short-lived
As the urgency of revenge takes hold
I am seething with spectacular malice
I am ordained in enmity

Funeral bells ring in the distance
Heeding your siren call, I will walk
Through this melancholic abyss shaped by death
Towards my absolution