The lighting was impeccable
Her ominous white glow hovering above the lone stool
Waiting for my gift to arrive
I grinned anxiously as I sat in my throne, directly facing the stool
My foot endlessly tapping
My teeth chattering
My eyes fixated on the clock as it hung above the doorway
Quietly stalking the stool
I paced from the living room to the corroding window
And veered through the looking glass
Her elongated body floated up the stairwell
And the walls, they whispered

The lighting burns the glass
Impatience
A laugh, a taste to sulk
Keep singing, my breathing stop
Air turns to fog, release me

I embrace the witness of all engulfing tongues
Attack, whiplash
She, breather of light, falls into my arms
Eyes leak
I, witness
I, failure
I, devil
I, creator
I, ender
I, vagrant
I, father
A god
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
I inflame

I consume her peeling flesh
The choir surrounds
The choir refills