Pain.

Hurt in words, And sentences.

Torn,

in the vessels of tears.

Collapsing cathedrals,

In wet stained blue eyes.

Whispering,

imbetween cries.

Blood runs.

veins corrupting,

hearts,

And

Souls.

Tyranny

And

temptations,

sweeping in as a raven,

preparing sharpened claws.

To rip and shred,

delicate, inhuman flesh.

I am dread, whispers the dead, rotting corpse. . .