peace stolen

i am free
free from the darkness
and the eternal
sucking of souls from bodys
bloody tearing of the ligaments
that entwine a spirit
with its tangible counterpart

never again
will i hear the anguished cries
of young and old
ringing through frozen ears
as their souls perished

never again
will i feel the skeleton
clawing against its walls
threatening to break out of
tight skin
shrunk in the wash
in the cycle that has no mercy

never again
will i see the hollow eyes
drown in dilated pupils
glassy and shallow
of a deserted shell

but i must ask
am i free
for at night i hear their screams
their pleas and their silence
and i see the yellow bones
bare of flesh
and i know that they
are coming closer
groping to take
what little is left
finish off a half eaten meal
lick the plate clean
inevitably

they will not quit
they will not tire
lifeless machines
machines taking lives

they will not return the peace
stolen from me so long ago
it is mine, i say
and i hold out my wanting hands
but they scorn me

we have taken it, they reply
one echoing voice
and we will never give it back
it is ours now
your peace is ours

but it was not a fair trade
you wrenched my peace
from my weak grasp
and gave nothing in return
nothing but an emty void
a vacuum
where my peace used to live
where it thrived in the light
before the black

but they turn a deaf ear
they do not listen
they will not listen
it is gone forever



Disclaimer: No names mentiones, but Sirius and the dementors belong to JK Rowling.