There was a whisper somewhere
somewhere far away
in this leper was the tiniest of eyes
bloodshot from the fear
murdered for the cold blood
a distinctive measure to
open throats and mutalate hearts
I've no more wasted the
seconds turned into years
turned into decades
turned into dust
and the thousands cry
begging to die
one end to the next
the circle of chaos will
forever repeat
and the final straw had been chosen
and the knife was pulled
from my spine
yet not a single tear was shed,nor forgotten
for now till the very end of time...
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©munch77
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