A ghost that lingers in my spirit

In the city of dread, Lies a haunted, ghostly homestead. The masonry draped in cascade of red, Shared a foul, rot & putrid smell as he's dead. Deeply I endured & tried hard to encroach, A sigh of relief turned the moment's approach. A shadow emerged, dark in ambush, Staring with gleam & hunger in rush. Erasing the gap, he turned distinct, His name, a blade, cut my tongue, i think. The sharp nails he wedged, At my waist's curved edge. Through the spines fixed & anchored, we flew up above the range, Beyond the empty mouth, I swallowed the raw echo in derange. Blindfolded by those deep eyes, I lost my senses from the ocular socket in the guise, Deep down, the blood was drowning loud from the sunk spikes. Splash, Splat! Sound seemed like I whined & moaned, The body melted, rained down & disowned. The cage of ribs emptied and broke out, He took the heart and threw it in doubt.