'06 Mind I do Mind

I am not here to help anyone...

Viciously walk in an area of flesh

filled with distant screams

soaked in slippery veins

half cooked bodies

no eyes should see

scalped skin everywhere

someone decided it had to be worn again

limbs, everywhere,

not cut or sliced off, just torn

I was not looking for anyone...

cries of hopeless humans

rotting away

A burning land

it may seem

almost everyone


suffering to their final day.



Enough I said

I stared at myself

hanging from some thing.

just my torso

no eyes or nose

my arm reached out

tapped me on the shoulder

I remained at ease

there were mouths floating


broken hearts hovering about

If any intact crossed me,

I tore them up for good measure...

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