Unknown

No one came

No one heard

Everyone passed by

Leaving him to die

In the icy cold winters they came

for the body the butcher toyed with

It made me sick

I felt like he as still jabbing me with sticks

I kept quiet like a good girl

As they took away the body I cried

He was dead and to this day I stil cry

thinking about how he died

The frozen nights to the burns across his chest

to the abused done to the rest

He is happy that he is dead

He is just a pawn on the game that they play by

Reviews

[trippy kitty]

This was brilliant. I could picture what you were describing so well-a lost stranded man, laying in the snow in a puddle of his own piss and blood. (Well maybe I imagined it a little more dramatically then it actually appears). But it was good. I liked it and I could relate well :)

[Gilad Levanon]

Well written. Dark, painful, evoking a sense of loss and sorrow as well as fear. Well done.

[Tree Bark]

this is really good! :)