HORROR Poem: HUNTED, by Avalon McWha

I’ll be my own worst enemy
Wandering aimlessly, untethered to destiny
Predator and pray, night and day
Left to rot in perfect decay
Unworthy of sacrifice, incapable of love
trapped between what’s below and above

I’m the monster in my own head.
Nothing more than the things unsaid
A beast , a burden, a curse and a blessing.
An undiscovered secret, deeply distressing

Dying at the hands of my own hunger
The product of disorder and malfunction
Living on the edge of total destruction

I’ll embody my demons, create my own reality
Untouched by god and Immune to gravity
An endless nightmare of ceaseless insanity

I’ll cut out my own cancers
I’ll purify this soul
I’ll find my own answers
And I’ll eat my guilt whole

Consume my insecurity, tell you I’m fine
I’ll edit my own genome and waste my own time

I’ll break the unwritten codes holding back the veil
I’ll become worthy of the air you exhale
More than a camacase set to derail

A ghost with no past, an eco with no future
A beautiful mask, a thrilling exhibition
A plotless story, an apparition.

A performance for your delusion
A haunted body holding the impending conclusion

Delicate and deceptive
Desperate and divisive.
I know what I am and you know what I’m not
I’ll weaponise my weakness, it’s all I’ve got.

Ruthless and relentless down to the bone
I’ll carve out the darkness, make this place my own
I’ll swallow the sins that I can’t atone.
Forever fragmented mind, isolated and alone.

Cut the narrative short
I’ll hunt myself for spor