Numb settles on flesh
Grey appears lifeless, caring
Slowing minds melt evenly
Death will not come when called
So numb we remain
Call we do not
Wait in the silence of company
Once endeared, now feared
Still alive, yet forever numb
Flashes of light pierce absorption
Earth revealed damp, foul
Cold, nude, weak, gripping nothing
Gift of blades streak crimson
Feeders writhe or wiggle, can't tell
Soil soaked in blood, my blood
Shredded flesh stings, howls, aches
Only sleep brings peace
Sleep won't come, too empty
Pillow of plastic soft on bone
Light is steady now
Worms wiggle in blood
Legs slashed in strips of loose flesh
Box is clear, holes in floor
Earth compresses the cage
Fan slowing to a stop
Won't be long now
Losing hope
Light's out
Terror unseen
Fear unknown
End is near
Screams unheard
Weeping
Regret
Silence
Bitter pumps the blood
Purpose in only dreams,
unfulfilled
Drink of my wound
Taste of my hate
Pointed death is might
Fearless love is hopeless
Unfeeling flesh
Flavors of steel
Agony of life
Victory in defeat
Peace is freedom
Dispair cuts bone
Numb settles on flesh
Grey appears lifeless, caring
Slowing minds melt evenly
Death will not come when called
So numb we remain
Call we do not
Wait in the silence of company
Once endeared, now feared
Still alive, yet forever numb
Flashes of light pierce absorption
Earth revealed damp, foul
Cold, nude, weak, gripping nothing
Gift of blades streak crimson
Feeders writhe or wiggle, can't tell
Soil soaked in blood, my blood
Shredded flesh stings, howls, aches
Only sleep brings peace
Sleep won't come, too empty
Pillow of plastic soft on bone
Light is steady now
Worms wiggle in blood
Legs slashed in strips of loose flesh
Box is clear, holes in floor
Earth compresses the cage
Fan slowing to a stop
Won't be long now
Losing hope
Light's out
Terror unseen
Fear unknown
End is near
Screams unheard
Weeping
Regret
Silence
You dangerous habit of some Hellish God,
Perhaps some faraway hope can hold me;
No human heart can match your organ-spilled fraud.
Alas, no supernal savior sees me free.
Yet a dubious thought strikes my blank dreams
(though I hold no temptation to your grin)
A rare occasion of light, dull in its gleam,
For I am no gifted sylph of your sin.
You treat my eyes, being the stunning creature
That rose from pretty graves of former loves.
Even my frankenbrain holds no feature,
Compared to your death pale hands shaped like doves.
Though those red stars are falling like silver rain,
You will surely snatch the one wish I gain.