Lost in a fray of torture

tolchoke the wounds of the abondoned

red oozes from the mouths of forgotten

pores will gasp for air until swept clean


break the gates and force entry

gagged for secrecy's sake


howls pierce the sky


no one will come


lost in a fray of torture

tolchoke the wounds of the abondoned

red oozes from the mouths of the forgotten

pores will gasp for air until swept clean


all encompassing masquerade

nowhere will it be fought

fear rampantly crawls across

hope just a forethought

in dimly lit heads