Last Limb

No sense of urgency dead on the inside.

Deadly poison strikes the heart like that of a spear. Lurking souls that seem so far but yet are near. The aching agile beat that use to kick at a quickened pace just died down. With no sign of a drip or drop that is so silent in sound. Reaking of odors that smell of flesh eating decay. Losing life in the world of prey. But I pray that prayers pass the one who hears it all. Looking from the ground up and yet I fall. Heartless feeling that leaks like the blood flow of sliced veins. Taking it to the heart literally like a name in vain. But it's not insane to say it's sane. Misery so violent it's harsh pain. So who is to blame looking in the mirror and I see the same. In need of a change but the appearance is aged. Like a beast that is not as ruthless as you put it out to be but always remains caged. Like an animal just in search of love like everyone else in this unfair place we call home. Mistreated or unaccepted feeling really low like a gnome..

Author's Note

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