Castle In The Ground

The smell
The harsh bitter veneer
Like acid in my nostrils
Blood everywhere
On my hands, my face
In my hair
Soak them in the white sink
Now a bright red is injected
to the clear water like poison
Not coming out
Sticking to me
Pulling at my roots
Nausea sets in
The rotting smell
Still on my fingers
Spreading over things i've touched
As I stumble through my mind
Grasping at the walls for support
In the never ending corridor
Of my castle in the ground.