Darkness creeps through every corner
my eyes couldn’t yet comprehend.
Repulsive stench of unwanted waste surround
what’s left of my existence: a dismembered body
of innocence tarnished with unholy hands
of a psychopath’s thirst. Silver rays from the sky
crawled through tiny cracks just to insult
my crimsoned body with their shine.
As if to reiterate their purity
with such sarcastic irony
of the heedful tone of a loved one.
Short memories flood my dreamscape that would
comfort and torment me in the afterlife. Oh how
little time was in my hands, squandered away by a murderous strike.
Merciful Assassin! You know me not yet you still
gave in to your demonic desires. What my meek heart
could not grasp is the frailty of human flesh.
Fading, wilting, withering, escaping footholds of my soul
would let me decay in this putrid alley of my grave.
If I may be so brave to ask: If there be any reason behind your act,
Please let it be known to me… before I am lost.