Empirical Eyes

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With empirical eyes
I spied my demise
All bludgeoned and bloody was I
As if from a dream
Demons in eye
Came to claim my remains
My soul came willing
My soul came quick
Imprisoned by chains
My body was sick
From years of good living
I puked like a brick
They dragged me along
And tortured me for days on end
The pain insurmountable
I wished it to end
My soul lived on
My soul eternal
They cut my skin
With scalpel like knives
Broke my legs
But I had no bones
They plucked out my eyes
But I had none
Then I saw the face
That took me captive
With what looked like my family
	My love
I had wings again 
I could fly and I went 
From that place up into the sky
An then did I realize
That pain was the torture
Of brining me to freedom
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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