The Summoning -

Necrotizing flesh becomes me

Syringe now dripping with bile

Even though I just arrived

I feel I’ve been here a while

Padded walls, padded ceilings

Arms and legs bound to each other

Plastic bit, and medicated nightmares

Place the bag upon my head to smother

The very life from my lungs

The faces all around,

they speak in tongues

«what the fuck is going on?

Why am i here?

Is this even real?»

Now I wait

Inside my coffin of anxiety

«I need to get out of this place

My kin must be waiting

To see my face

I can hear their voices

Calling my name»

Iridescent glow

The monitors show

Vitals

Reaching euphoria

As they tie him down

Inserting tubes into his spine

He rambles about his family

Descent

They gather around and

anxiously await the summoning

Their new lord and savior

Will devour his flesh

Each moment has led them to this

Black garb adorns their bodies

He gargles and spews as the chemicals

Work their magic

He awakes enough to see their faces

Wide eyed filled with horror

He comes to this revelation

His mind can not console

I never left