And Rising
Blood
Up to my ankles
Corpses line the streets
Hacked and slashed
As shin deep I wade
In blood
Tools – drip drip dripping
Corpses slashed and sliced
Streets of blood
Up to my knees
And still I work my will
Rooting out
Cutting down
Every house visited
In this banal town
Waist high and rising
Rising
Rising
Risen…
There’d be blood
If only I could…
Up to my ankles
Corpses line the streets
Hacked and slashed
As shin deep I wade
In blood
Tools – drip drip dripping
Corpses slashed and sliced
Streets of blood
Up to my knees
And still I work my will
Rooting out
Cutting down
Every house visited
In this banal town
Waist high and rising
Rising
Rising
Risen…
There’d be blood
If only I could…
2 comments:
it evokes tormenting visuals.. I wonder.. what makes you write like this ..
ankles, shins, knees, waste, ...wow. Could be the plot of a horror movie. Depressing and surreal.
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