I’ll tell you what this world looks like.

It looks like everything stripping away as the bitter taste of fucking remorse scratches at my throat. Its as if all the walls peel away, all until you see the raw white that lies beneath. Its nothing when you take all the garbage away from it; it becomes a blank canvas.

Its my skin bubbling from my bones expanding, from my blood thickening. It tastes like envy and sorrow, and I can feel my soul escaping my lips. I can feel blood pouring out of me like secrets. I can taste laughter and humiliation, vengeance and evil. And I lick my lips for more. I want more and more. I want to bleed until I have no more to give to you. I want it to escape from me so I can let every evil fill me up instead.

I’ll tell you what this world looks like.

It looks like everything you fear and hate. It looks like your dirty secret; a skeleton emerging from dust and living amongst us. It looks like hatred.

I’ll tell you.

I’ve become a monster in this world.