I am not here to help anyone...
Viciously walk in an area of flesh
filled with distant screams
soaked in slippery veins
half cooked bodies
no eyes should see
scalped skin everywhere
someone decided it had to be worn again
limbs, everywhere,
not cut or sliced off, just torn
I was not looking for anyone...
cries of hopeless humans
rotting away
A burning land
it may seem
almost everyone
alive
suffering to their final day.
...
...
Enough I said
I stared at myself
hanging from some thing.
just my torso
no eyes or nose
my arm reached out
tapped me on the shoulder
I remained at ease
there were mouths floating
screaming
broken hearts hovering about
If any intact crossed me,
I tore them up for good measure...