#demonsbeingdemons

[fungiac1d]

Turning blood stained water into gold.

About how greed is silent as poison.

Mammon x MC (gender neutral)

TW: Mentions of blood.

You couldn’t say when it started,  maybe it was in one of those days in the subway, sitting silently while looking at yourself in the window, people surrounds you and yet you are awfully alone,

so much people

and so much silence,

it felt asphyxiating.

Still, life is great you wake up in the morning and comb your hair in a manner that is, maybe, a little bit rough  and would make your mother scowl at you.

Then you go for breakfast in the sweet summer morning, your mouth and lips are dry, the insects buzz outside  or maybe they don’t perhaps they are being drown in the dirty air, in the killer noise of a city.

Where you are at doesn’t matter at all,

does it?

Maybe it started while you were dressing yourself,

do you want bigger clothes? Smaller clothes? A different body? Is yours awkward and painful? You look at yourself in the mirror, standing alone in the room, 

a distant voice echoes inside: What do you want? How much do you want?

Scared you look around, confused by the sound. It’s the room? Or is it you?

One day you are walking, you stop at one of these many shops. There is something beautiful in the showcase; your insides squirms with need. 

It’s so nice, so nice, you would reach out for it. You can feel your eyes caressing it but your hands are deep inside your pockets.

23:05.

Tonight you are wondering about it, what did you see? What did you really see? Someone by your side in the subway? Your mother, combing your hair sweetly? Did you hear insects? Or a killer noise, a reminder of all the people around you? Clothes? A better body? Money?

The water of the bath hugs you, you are shivering in the darkness, you really don’t know when it started but now you can’t stop it,

the wanting, the need,

the voice sounds louder,

you are sure now: it’s inside. 

What do you want? How much do you want?

You want to scream,

you want a lot and it’s  tearing you open yet you really couldn't answer if someone asked what you crave from. The voice is hammering it ways out of your body, your mouth is bleeding, have you bitten yourself?

You shiver in the warm water and suddenly you know, he is there behind the bathroom curtain. He has bright eyes and he could turn your blood stained water into gold or maybe he will just rot you from the inside with need.

Your heart churns  and you see light. A silent poison, we  crave for things,  for experiences, we want to grab everything we can with our hands, even if it freezes or burns 

and we call it freedom,  reality is sadder.

“Humans desire is bigger than them,”

you hear him.

“and infinite search for pleasure,

for everything, 

it really  does not matter where you are, does it?”

Under this heaven, there was never an option.

He holds your face, you can feel the warm skin against your flesh.

“What do you want?”