Darkling

My eyes, like dull moonstones,
are clouded and without sight.
I am afraid but still moving forward
The metallic taste of blood in my mouth
Driving an unknown thirst.

I lurch and stagger
As though each step will be my last
Yet I remain upright, aware of an icy pull
Drawing me towards the shadows
And a dim figure within.

I draw closer and feel my mouth open
The smell of fear is there
Screaming thoughts that I can taste
A searing flame inside me
Insistent on action!

I sense an intelligent mind, so close
and cannot stop myself
the skull cracks open, and I reach
and devour the brains, but
I am confronted by a vague reflection
In an old discarded mirror.
I am undone.

By James Geehring