Red Eyes

The demons tryna call you back

To get you flowin in the shame

Your life was in shambles

But they want to bring you back in the game

“Where. the fuck. am I?” The words I spoke that day were justified with what I saw. What I’ve seen couldn’t be unseen and unheard.

The demons tryna call you back

To show you there’s another path

To get a better hold of you

All you had to do was lay your wrath

I had stumbled upon my death scene… and I knew it was it. I remembered the exact tree I was under, the same lamp that blew out over not too far from it. It was all covered by a cacophony of worrying commoners and law enforcement keeping them back. I wanted to look away from the evidence, I wanted to look away from what happened to my body. But I was slowly lured out of force to look at myself, or at least what I was. Which made me question who I really am. How am I looking at this? Was I reanimated in some way?

Once I got close, everyone fell silent and slowly turned their heads toward me. Their eyes, they were filled with… sorrow and disruption, like I was protruding or even invading their space. I got closer and saw them for who they were.

They were my family. They were my friends. They were as pale as I, their expressions never leaving my brain of how much pain they’ve taken in. The closer I got, they clapped their hands in a rhythmic tune and made a path for me. It was getting uncomfortable; a dwindling bell tune played behind me and thunder rolled through the thick clouds in the sky as I moved on, the rest closing behind me to follow slowly.

The demons tryna call you back

To get you flowin in the shame

Your life was in shambles

But they want to bring you back in the game

“This is the first time I’ve seen something like this happen in the town. Did the suspect just take out a drill and screw it into his neck?”

I got closer and saw two police officers in black standard uniform, crouching down in front of the tree with an investigator over their shoulders, his hands in the pockets of his heavy black trench coat.

“That wouldn’t make sense. There would be too much damage done to the skin that way. All of this would mostly be everywhere… it had to be something clean and sharp enough to break skin easily like jello, like a screwdriver.”

I watched as I heard my theory of death was explained to the officers. When I finally got close enough, I saw myself… and I was dead. My skin was pale, my body was covered in my own blood… My fucking body was on display and… and I had to sit there and look at it. Couldn’t do anything about it. And the answer rang through my head of the cause after I heard a chuckle from one of the officers.

The demons tryna call you back

To show you there’s another path

To get a better hold of you

All you had to do was lay your wrath

“Hey, you think a vampire might’ve done this though? Two clean holes parallel to each other-”

“James…”

“I’m just saying. What if the purp had that idea? What if they did this as a way of being creative? Y’know, to be more unique from any other killer?

“It’s a possibility, but for now we-”

The investigator heard my presence and turned towards me. His eyes were shot black with tears flowing slowly down his cheeks, meeting the ground haphazardly. He wasn’t sad though, he looked focused and calm despite his position. And the two officers stood by him with the same look, like they were almost expecting me to be there at some point… and it scared me.

The demons tryna call you back

To get you flowin in the shame

Your life was in shambles

But they want to bring you back in the game

“I’m sorry kid, looks like you couldn’t make it out… We’re still trying to find out who done the terrible deed to ya... So far, we just know that you were attacked and immediately underwent cardiac arrest from the assault.”

At that moment, I wanted to speak my mind. My lips moved, but my vocal cords would not, like they were cut from my throat, leaving me speechless. He came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder, his men passing us to join the crowd behind me.

And after they left, I heard my dad’s voice flow through him, as if I was talking to him from the great beyond.

“You were a good kid. Always were, always would be. I’m gonna miss you, boy.”

The demons tryna call you back

To show you there’s another path

To get a better hold of you

All you had to do was lay your wrath

He let go of me and walked past me, leaving me and just my corpse alone on the scene. Everything was slowly shut out as I got closer to myself, looking in awe and surprise. I was truly dead and… I couldn’t deal with the Devil’s trick on me. That fucking beast had a cruel way of making me suffer and I had to say, it worked. It was effective, getting under my skin to make me lose it.

And he won that round, because I got too curious.

I crouched down to my face to look at my nasty wound in the neck, the blood black and dry. I put my hand against it to really feel how that wound was placed. I curved my jugular accidentally and pooled more black blood from the wound, which made me slowly pull back.

Until it grabbed my neck with a death grip stronger than a countertop vise.

It stood up and brought me with it, making me look at it’s dark eyes, colorless and soulless like a real corpse. Everything blacked out around us in a flash second of standing, only leaving me and my past to settle this reunion. The sound it made was… horrifying. I didn’t want to hear it, but it forced me anyway, getting louder every time I tried to look away.

Suffer with me...

Suffer with ME...

SUFFER WITH ME!

SUFFER WITH ME!