Hammered down,
beated again.
Treaded upon,
broken again.

Slave am I,
existance?
Chains are these,
resistance?

Thrown upon the
concrete.
Smashed against the
concrete.

Working again,
picking away.
grinding again,
rotting away.

Whipped and scarred,
immune.
Cut and bleeding,
immortal.

Lying face first on the
concrete.
Broken against the
concrete.

Say your name,
worshipping.
Lie to your face,
dregs I'll be.

Sew my eyes shut,
torturing.
Take my soul away,
on the rack.

Blood spilt on the
concrete.
Meat and flesh on the
concrete.

Bones grinding,
no sympathy.
Torn soiled flesh,
utter agony.

More dead than alive,
still go on.
More wasted than useful,
won't let me go.

Hit me against the
concrete.
Spitting teeth on the
concrete.

05/10/2005

Posted on 05/11/2005
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