Searing pain cuts each limb twice,
intended pain, echos through time.
Conjuring ghosts once locked away,
thoughts become words, careless escapes.
Ever wonder what price you've gained?
In disheveled chambers words remain.
Feeling good in front of your friends,
turned inside out, your stench does brim.
Faces mask, hell fire boiling deep inside,
eyes don't shine where evil resides.
Searing pain cuts each limb twice.
Once just because...twice just for spite.
Carmen
Peace,
Bob
Love Tinka