Twitching thing underneath the skin,
Drawing out the moisture,
This world’s feelings,
Bursting jelly in the eye,
It will sunbake away,
The world of yesterday,
It will make pain,
And leave the wounds to endlessly fester.
And spread on the kindling,
Of the dead and dying,
Of the living and the screaming,
Of the birds that once were freedom flying.
We can’t see into the end of the blaze,
For it’s all that’s left,
The world is already razed,
And we don’t need to know,
Because we’ve already burned,
Our life has been absconded,
And we are just ashes,
That used to have faces.
Special thanks to: Melissa Potter
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