Brazen Bull
Current mood: Desperate
Category: Writing and Poetry
Everytime I look into your eyes
I see corpses burning
Men dismembering themselves and shaking their guts at the sky
Women vomiting decapitated fetuses
Children throwing them upon upturned swords
Laughing as they slide down, down, down. . .
Flesh tearing, blades protruding from their chests
Babies being torn apart by hungry dogs
From your mouth I hear
Car crash
Broken glass
The final cry of anguish before death arrives
Promising sweet rapture from the agony
Te melody of razors being forced into tender flesh
Screams of "No! Please, don't!"
Breaking bones
Joints snapping out of their sockets
Tearing muscles
Blood spilling onto concrete.
Damn you
I'm not giving in
I won't be the one to fall here
Rain pelting softly on my grave.
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