• Their blood covered faces engulf my eyes
    each time they close.
    All their memories, their very existance
    haunts me each night and day.
    I grow tired of seeing their disturbing deaths,
    their unfortunate minds…
    It’s like my mind is on replay-
    again and again they repeat.
    My eyes have been far ripped of their
    innocence as mere mortal words
    does not simplify
    the agonizing dementia I feel.
    I cannot sleep without seeing death,
    each breath I take, I taste
    the blood of their empty souls.
    My eyes as well as my
    heart have lost signs of hope
    as they’ve met their fate,
    I know so will I.
    Do I fear death? I do fear
    my soul burning for all an
    eternity?
    No I fear living with their experiences, their sights, these disturbing
    images flashing within my head.
    I want to gouge the very thought and sight of them
    from my eyes.
    I cannot sleep, I haven’t eaten. I haven’t
    live in so long.
    Nor will I live again because I’ve died
    and remained- all because she left…