everyone had left you.
left you to die,
in knotted veins
oozing blood
among ***** chains

in the condition you’re in,
maybe its better to die.


that decease.


they left me.
did they, really?

teeth bite into the veins
but the blood didn’t spill anymore
i looked at you

it’s been years,
years of grief
if you keep silent,
how would people know?

did they really left you?

silent, but not violent.