Black blood seeps
From shattered walls
Screams resound from
Empty halls.
My sins stare
Sound lessly
With bloodshot eyes
As I respond with senseless lies.
The floor is fresh
With melting bones
I just laugh
At lifeless moans.
My destination
Is ahead
A special place
Among the dead.
Do not
Pity me
For I'm sure
That death will set me free.
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Owain Glyn
A special place
