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