Bones

Written by: POETESS DARKLY

Digging up bones,
Like sacks of millstones.
worn, like an albatross.
Mourning innocence loss.

Pain and deceit,
Mistrusting in all you meet
In a world of shadows and shades,
Child of Gods playing with switchblades.

Humanity callously lost,
Amoral soul an expensive cost.
A youth that grows cold,
Irretrievable redemption sold.

Wallowing in pain,
Can't stop the reign.
Demons rival for higher thrones,
Ravenously falling on bags of bones.

Build the sacrificial  fire's high,
till the flames touch the sky
A burnt offering I would suggest,
Appeasing the Gods of unrest.