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.
to loose a mother
oh, to loose a mother