CAMELOT FANTASIES

Wretched hard to bare
Grotesque in shape
Harder to stare
Vomit reflex at the sight of blood
Streams in crevices
Crimson flood
Broken + splayed across the floor
Biggest desire is to run out the door
Fear has immobilized
Movement in my legs
It's the fatigue that has seeped
Lost the feeling
Stuff like wooden pegs
Viciousness warps th mind
Evil lurks of a different kind
Beware the monsters
Lurking in the depths
Of your head

~Divine