Heart carved like paper disposed.
Upon the wall nailed the prose.
Sorrow cast into a mix and mould.
Form this fresh decision.
Snort to push the vision.
Skin shredded until its gore.
Make this suffering a letter of the law.
Suspicion bred into the routine.
Twitching curtain.
Is this all for certain?
Organs rendered down to ash.
Across the collective throat came the slash.
Division hauled into the light.
Fixate on it ’til you begin to decay.
All a component of this fade to grey.
Limbs docked as if they’ll regrow.
No limit to how far this seems it’ll go.
Punishment doled out in groups.
Amongst the suffering.
There is no recovering.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 