“My Lord, in your hand I commit my spirit” Thick red dripped slowly Even its own density Gave a shivering gravity Trembling hands Broken soul, cursing tears Shattered being Memory of palpable misery Darkest darkness Seamless, endless Faith and hope Dismembered in thin smoke I slit my wrist I hunger and thirst For freedom from my grave From the slaughter they gave Once or twice But didn’t stop until it multiplies Chasing my days Threatening my nights All in my head…all in my head… I’ll sleep;... Sign in to see full entry.