The blood is the life,
Like crimson velvet,
Smooth are the platelets
That stain the shroud.
The silence screams loud,
The emptiness absorbs
The sound of echoes
In the dark of night.
And, with total delight,
The silence mocks me.
I am the world’s reject
Left alone, tormented.
The world is demented.
It rules the weak ones,
It owns the confused
Making slaves of us all.