Languish Pt. I

I watched the flesh of myself wither and scale today. Something quite off from the norm of ventures. 
I thought I contained parents and found an orphanage, rather. Its Victorian grace with a chapel's mass; 
Here, a new home I recall never being before. 

The children line to Thanksgiving feast for buffets at tables in an endless nature. 
Ravished they are, desolate they seem, and malnutrient they've become. 
Sickened to regurgitation at the sight of my appearance among them; 
They stare  like fish-eyed mongrel's, no lids to close, to blink and break tensions. 

They glare to the broken of flesh, cracking and molding before their sights. 
The skin of grey and bluish capture. 
Had I begun decaying early on than them? 

They whisper among another;  some loudly than so. 
I accompany them to the feast that beholds us in our devilish favor of 
drooling mouths to clenched fists, food-filled.  
Gnawing like savages to be left lonely and the pain of hungers out-great the stomach's 
possible expansion. 
All the spoils of things delicious and warmth to glide the throat, excitedly. 

I sit for them to scatter like maggots in the caught of light; slithering still with food-filled mouths, 
and hands that refuse to un-grip what remains carried. Scatter they do, and alone, I am. 
Briefly, I was captured by a staff of the orphanage and asked to follow. 
Unknowingly, I pace the steps, curious of what fate could hold for me. 
A gift for specialty, perhaps. 

I am sat most delicately at a table in the darkness of a moldering kitchen; 
Its reek of putrid that stains the nostrils;
A candle to flicker from its darkness and find, I am not sat so lonely. 
Another, there is, and she looks as I. 
Decrepit to her spine's mold, and appalling to her posture; 
They hid us together to find our self-rottening morbidity. 

She speaks of a story that she claimed "Devil". 
For he, who was devil, would come for his own kind as his kin. 
And in this time that he comes for them, fearful, they may not hide for he 
will find them in their fright and punish them he will. 
But to not hide, he will cherish greatly with spoils of rich and powerful means
for all the love could he give unto them from this world to the next. 

I laugh, her insulting persona. 
My mockery to make her snicker viciously in my disbelief. 
Oh how I will know, she speaks lightly to vocal trailing amist the blackness. 

We were brought cans of metal, in oddly of designs to shapes, cups that leaked and 
bowls that were more holier than a tattered sock. Nails that stood crooked in penetration 
to its fixtures, such a grotesque of food utensils. 
We ate though, to the heart-retching of slop we were served, lesser than the other children
to acquire the gracious taste of miraculous goods as they have. 
It's splatters from the cans, the fly-smothered soups that contain a stench of harboring hatred. 

We were not given the adoration of time to feast as the others; for our drenched, drooled mouths
disgusted the staff that stood watch in the blackness that surrounded. 
They collected her and I to walk at the backside of the children, like slaves of things nonequivalent. 
Shackles that held the ankles and braces to bind wrists, painful, but bearable. 

Taken the children to their dorms of peaceful being, we slept in segregated cellar chambers. 
Hers, across from mine and there, I slept in all attempts;
Attempts to have failed. 
I listened to the silence of the night as it came, nothing to creak and nothing, surely, 
to speak a sound of harrow that asphyxiated my mind. 

And there it had been, the hollowed foot steps of a stranger, 
soles that had clanked in heaviness, down the hallway to a window I watched it's shadow approach. 
Its action ceased and in an instant, intense fear rose, for which I recalled her story of Devil. 
Couldn't possibly be convinced, though what of its possibilities were he to creep these halls. 
Such unimaginable had occurred this far, for which I appeared so abruptly from the thinning 
of air to this place so far away from what I thought I had truly existed. 

I saw a spark of fire ablaze, as it trailed into my cellar, grazing the window of bars. 
I hid from its burn, and saw the dancing of shadows swarm the dorm . 
Caught in the breeze of my terror, her clenching of throat, a choking scream, merely;
I ran to the cellar with a lightly press and there the door fell from its hinges.

Ran to her, the only of my kind, not pettiness to spare of my own selfish indulgence. 
She vomit things of redness, like blood though in capsule form. 
Aghast-ed, I glared still in her vomit to examine, capsules they had been of toxins! 
A staff to provide poison to us. 
I bolt, to the believing that Devil existed, and in an attempt to make her bodily remove the 
swallowed capsules, I had hid, and he would search for my scent of fear, soon. 

Hadn't been long before reaching the entrance of the feasting grounds, in which partial of the staff 
had been cleared; Seeking to run, sought for muscular quickness. 
I had mistaken myself and found I ran from the emptiness of what appeared to be an outdoors, to 
a lengthy hallway just treading a wall's top to another bedroom. 

Thought to hide here, I entered suddenly without consideration to what may lie there 
only to find he who she claimed Devil as he sat on the treasure chest of a staff member, 
whom laid deceased on their bedding in which he spoke to me 
"Only the darkest of hearts will find the darkness in hearts. Let this be of no coincidence".

I gave; no running further, for which I let him take me to where he dwells; For I am decaying and 
decrepit in morbidity as I was never suppose to be.  
And as he took me, we dwell longingly one in the same, as he pressurized my stomach to 
cause a vomitory reaction of capsules. 
To those who save you, in which you did not expect them so.