Mortal Pain

By Ayshayam

Beat and bloody I lay upon the ground

memories of my previous life with no sound

Emotion welling just below the surface

As another hard blow landed upon my face.

Many times I lay down, the chains restrict me

Every time I lay down, they grab me

My heart is growing weary

My mind is growing week

Every passing second

Every passing week

My mind is slipping away

My body has gone numb

My body is bruised and abused

My mind shattered and broken

They made me bleed and made me cry

They left me to die

Now it's their turn to cry.