I woke—

but to (?)

A world that

bends,

a mind

unhinged,

my friend (?)

my enemy,

lay desolate before me.

Is this truly him?

Or another twisted shadow

in the haze of my madness?

I have both won and lost—

what did I even seek to lose?

I do not know,

but here,

in the metallic stink,

I finally grasped understanding.

His skin,

always sweet as honey,

glows as bright as stars

I crave to consume.

His arms

so delicious,

soft,

just as I hoped they would feel—

even in the embrace of our death.

I have already broken my humanity—

porcelain bells shattered,

replaced by jagged stone,

my gaze unfeeling,

my hands stained.