Death

Death

by: Emma Dycus

There is no one who cares,

endless shame, cruelty, and suffering.

The Devil is drowning you in sin,

lurking late in the shadows;

Day and Night.

Hiding all expressions through hatred,

Making them feel like they don’t deserve what they want.

Singing of sins,

The moment the glory left.

Leaving you in shock,

Miserable enough to die.

Making you sick,

Falling into a swearing ritual.

Horrible silence of funerals,

Beautiful, Motionless horror of the TORMENT of killing a man.