Just a Pawn
Tortured and destroyed I fall to the floor,
a darkness waits anxiously for more.
It laughs and croaks as blood falls,
more and more as it splatters the walls.
It stands up to enjoy the kill,
I lay still for I have not the will.
Pleading for a hasty end the weapon raises,
one swift blow i see the hazes.
Darkness takes me over I am no more,
just a pawn laying on the floor.
Copyright © John Toyne | Year Posted 2010
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