Shattered and stumbling
Crawling through the empty space,
Searching futilely
For release from the revulsion.
I scream, but my scream goes unheard
Pain, death, suffering:
Life’s bile-ridden viscera,
Existing only to destroy
Tranquility time and time again.
I scream, but my scream goes unheard
Bony fingers grapple for a hold
On the rusted ledge that remains to grasp
The glass showering down over the eaves
Deeply etching their torture in scarlet letters.
I scream, but my scream goes unheard.
It creaks and splinters,
Like the glass before it, and
The reddened rivers flow faster now.
I try to escape…
I call for help…
Struggling…
Grappling…
Fighting…
I R e f u s e
T o G o D o w n
L i k e T h i s !
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