GUILT
By TRIXSTER
Wild unrelenting doom
Sears numerous scars,
With its scythe of
Flaming malice,
Upon open wounds
Of a tortured soul.
Liquid tears of carnage
Shriek a melody
Of condemning horror.
As agonizing pain
Chokes the simple breath
Like knives
Pricking dead flesh
Ever so sweetly.
Traces of hope
Stifled by savage smoke
That came from
Cleaved eyes.
And eternal despair
Is bestowed upon
A crumbling peace.