Sinking into the depths of invalidity,
Archaic limbo…

Screaming,
Blistering souls,
Rising from the rotted coffins,
From whence they came.

Blood dripping,
From gangrene leper sores.
Eyes molten,
From the horrors they have seen.

Crying in the night,
For relief from their misery,
Deprivation they have suffered.

Pouring out their frustration,
Into the earth above.
Wanting more,
Than the infectious handouts,
They have received.

Inhaling,
A painful breath,
To extinguish,
The wisp of death,
That becomes them.

Skin withering to bone,
Bone becoming dust.

Reverting back to what it was,
From where we came.

09/09/2001

Posted on 11/10/2002
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