The bottom of the barrel, unused to kind words.
Layers, tiers, strata, classes
Pain!
Charred skin, broken bones, dead hearts.
Parched lips, sunken cheeks, empty eyes,
Bony fingers grab, slipping off, tendons worn out.
More, more, give more!
And then there's a theft, good is no more.
Good is alien,
Besides isn't good relative?
Blood. Pouring.
Blood, stains the tarred road,
Blood, a gory display.
Heads on a swivel, curses all round, internet's abuzz and the air is rife.
Blood is life,
spilling with so much energy,
trickles and drops.
Squeak, squeak, creak, croak, the last heave.
And the sirens scream.
One last chance.
One more time. A smile, a pardon. Forgiveness?
Nah.
Heart is breaking, leaky eyes, runny nose and a ruined shirt.
Voice is hoarse, stance is broken, death has come.
Lifeless, it's the zombiecalypse.
Torn. Used. Dirty.
Circles in the mind, hallucinations.
Tears, biting and chewing, mortification.
Useless. Devalued. Worthless. Soiled.
Pain, hunched over, nausea.
Fear, black and icy, muted.
Screams, again and again and again.
Salvation is in begging.
Pills, ropes, knives, poison.
Peace comes from escape.
Gas, inhale, exhale.
Heaven is a seizure away.
The end!
P.S. the image is not exactly what I wanted, but it will have to do.
It is not mine, either.
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