Sorrows bleed forth
From filthy wounds
The womb a warm room
Of rot and ruin.
Eyes peer out cautiously
Confused by the contradiction of safety
Sloughed off, security made
Meaningless by the metronome of time
Taken away, all tossed in awash
Of antipathy, awed by awful visions
Their very veracity empty
The eyes of endurance, no stomach
For scenes such as theses, they close
Cleansing the corneas, awash with tears
Of tyrrany and trials aroused by ennui
Away, away
Do not wake again.
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