A black void eats my heart
As a thousand images flutter through my mind
Images torn by a silent scream
As I fall twirling, spinning;
The blood sprays against the wall,
Spattering spots of red
Over the innocent span of white.
Spinning faster and faster
The spots become streaks,
Blurred in mine eyes,
As in my mind.
I see the faces,
Torn and writhing upon the floor,
Faces he has killed in a dozen worlds,
Faces resembling mine own.
Will he never flee my mind?
Will none rid me of this fiend?
Still the void festers.
And I roll over in a soft white
To fill my air with sweet perfume.