Mortality

by Dove   Nov 4, 2009


Chains and pains
and open wounds
tortured souls
left in ruins
broken bones
shredded limbs
living blood
is running thin

plump, pink flesh
tearing free
murmurs, pleas
ear piercing screams
crimson drips
from walls of filth
nausea bubbles
until senses melt

agony saturates
the weakening mind
eyes left burning
no more tears to cry
unintelligible whispers
under uneven breath
dizzying memories
no sanity left

stomach keeps churning
skin is ablaze
muscles are useless
bowels decay
body split open
heart choking in angst
lungs meld together
only death awaits

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