bicycleofthoughts

I sit in my garden and watch my house crumble to dust
I breathe it in and my blood starts to rust
There are demons below in my well, they growl in lust
The angels hovering above squeak in disgust

The soil below pulls down on my threads
The worms inside devour them to shreds 
They cover me like the mold on my breads
I rest myself down on my back, my wingspan spreads

Red eyed thirsty spectators encircle me, the prey
I have been pinned down, I have been clawed
In my back, on my limbs, on my skull

It’s useless, I am not looking to escape

There is a fire somewhere, its smoke grey
Everything's blind to it, their senses are flawed
And like their senses, their whole is dull

Whatever you or they feel, is about to change shape

I have wanted this for so long, I am corrupted. 
And corrupted is my blood, and it has erupted
In everyone's mouth and on everyone's feet. 
My blood will eat and they will deplete
The demons below, the angels above
They don't even have the chance to retreat 

It’s useless, there is no escape
I will become everyone's shape.