pain

 

pain creeps through veins

slit open and bleeding

by flashes of silver

a pale voice pleading

 

help

help

help

 

the gods of resurrection

have turned their backs

on those whose bodies

ooze bloody tracks

 

drip

drip
drip

 

faces of stone turned

to the one left alone

the abused, forgotten

the now unknown

 

please

please

please

 

a cry from the heart

echoes through time

lying prone on the floor

eyes fixed on the sky

 

why

why

why

 

the reply?

 

no reason.

i just like doing things like that.

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