Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Ransacked


Ash and dust cover my skin
No longer does the light of life burn within these eyes
The ash and dust but residue of the pyres once lit by, and now for, me
Nothing is left here to see
It lays in ruins before thee
Nothing left sacred
Everything laid bare
Wrent asunder
Left for scavengers
To pick the bones bare

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