Outcasted

Tangled within a noose of thorns, spiteful whispers
come to mourn.
Ichor trickles down blades of rust eroded from
insatiable mistrust,
drips of callous
unjust.

Hearts ripped raw from severed love, flesh picked
by a blood-thirst glove.
Dark grimy skies, blackened moon, ghoul gatherers
draped in gloom,
will come pestering
soon.

Carried away by barbaric jaws. Foulness drips
from carrion claws.
Chains and ball clink and clatter, ensnarled in
wiry hairs of tatter.
Frantic risky rats
scatter.

Dragged over jagged waves, to a place where
souls perish in gluttonous graves.
Slumped upon chards of demise, vultures
salivate depravity from sunken eyes.
Prey upon sorrowed compromise
no aid to my
silent cries.