Shattered

No words i utter i can describe,
The awful pain felt deep inside,
And through my eyes you shall see,
The darker side that's part of me.

I saw myself tortured in a dream,
But did not shout or even scream,
Dark figures laid their hands on me,
Their faces shrouded i could not see.

They broke my fingers and then my bones,
They let out laughs while i, groans,
Seated there in the dark corner of the room,
Fated to die inside an empty tomb.

Then she came and took me away,
Accompanied me through those Godless days.
And when i thought i had finally been saved,
She turns around only to scave.

To hurt me more and even more so,
She finishes me off with a final blow.
Yet i lived i had survived,
To continue life, dead; yet alive.

Labels: Poetry

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