In Death We Part
Weary in battle from bruised flesh
my heart cries in frightened nightmares.
These shackles that bind my freedom
paint strokes of gray upon dried cuts.
Please help my soul survive darkness
as I lay in wasted torment.
Bearing a cross from untold drips
of bleeding horrific beatings.
Unfinished silence screams for me
a lost soul confined so withered.
Cold dusk sets deep internally
as individuals glares burn.
Flaking at my skin with scalpels
as horror brings out coughs sickness.
His drunkenness caused blackened death
from my last hours on this Earth.
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