The Shape from Immolation by Pillars of Salt

What do you want?
Swollen eyes
Nose rubbed raw
“No word in round a week”
Don’t waste my time
Just wait outside

The night is cold
The kind that clings
The kin follow behind
You fumble with your keys

The stench hits like a brick
They shriek and rush past

That’s when
They see it
Blowback
Collision
You can’t help
From looking
You know what
You’ll see

The blood,
Their screams
That stink
It haunts you
Your sleep
Grows thin
The nights
Torment you
A life
Of shame
A guilt
That stalks you
“I won’t
Be slain
By what
Possessed you”

“I’m gonna burn this whole fucking place down”

The room still holds the shape
Of something ancient, filled with hate
You light a match, your last mistake
All worries gone, you’ve been erased

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