Trapped, cascaded down upon
That which does there lie along,
I saw the creatures that torture within,
At night they creep in mind, in sin.
My tongue is limited by lack of words,
My head is full of monstrous lore,
A battle inside, the clash of swords,
My body riddled to all but gore,
They haunt my dreams and awakened hours still,
My darkest nights they do yet fill,
Sluggish tongues with eyes cut out,
They yet speak and see to me thereout,
Throats cut deep to their weakened spines,
Windpipes whistling through words entwined,
Trauma to triage, wounded lay
Score by score screaming for day.
No hope.
No peace.
Violence
Til life does cease.