Tuesday 8 August 2017

Rot



A black shadow sits before me Gutteral growls reach my ears Fine pointed teeth drip menace Warm breath washes my face But it sits And waits
I move The shadow moves I run The shadow runs I feel the breath of redemption Let those teeth release me Forgive my sins So I may sleep
There is no sleep For tainted souls An endless path just followed To places we should forget No joy, no smiles A mire of endless misery
Weep not for me Weep only for those left To rot in foreign fields To never be returned Mourned but never given rites Alone they lie forever
The black dogs howl and bark At every rising sun Reminding all of horrors done Never ceasing Never silent Always present Always judging