"invisioned: Dance of the Dead"
I saw him alone, in his' own little world.
Eyes pinched together, barely able,
To see over the edge of infinity.
I watch him.
Not with my eyes, but with my soul.
My heart aches.
It opens.
A single drop of blood falls, in an anguished cry.
His' blanket, fell at his' feet.
Snow, danced around the body, and,
I could almost hear them laughing.
Were they merry,At knowing he had strayed from his' broken state?
I watched, and I scratched my mind,
On a whisp of barbed wire.
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