The Darker Thoughts of me, Not sorry.

The Beating Tree

I lay on my back, I am in no pain.
My heart lay below my knees, battered to the ground.
Blood nowhere in sight,
Yet a gruesome seen to come around.

Eyes swollen shut and and my face bruised up,
Three teeth left, in what seems like a mouth.
Limbs lay twisted, in the ways that they don't,
Yet at peace this corpse lay, with no movement throughout.

Mirrored above were the deceased still lay,
A soul that lingers through all that happened that day,
Perfectly matched, both mind and body,
Except one breathtakingly beat, and the other you can't see.

Laid their not forgotten, and floating to be.
Wishing for a heaven, while staring at the ground beneath.
Trembles shake the earth, and the woods begin to breathe
Sinking the soul follows, praying on his knees.

"I just wanted to go, but I wasn't strong enough, please. I asked for this beating so they put me with the trees. I haven't been terrible, my life was full of glee, but the darkness came, and shook me to believe, that I can win it all, as long as I can't see. I could be happy, as long as I broke my knees." One more breath, for the world was ready to swallow him whole, "I got up after I was knocked down, my walls gathered high while the enemy wore the crown. My anger lit a fire in me, that I couldn't put out. Please just forgive me, I'll be peaceful without a doubt?"

The world did not care, and it swallowed him in.
Body and soul, and all the hurt he did.
Some would say the man, was hurt more than he gave,
But with all that he's done there will be no grave.
Just fire and ice, being replaced, day after day.

Some would say hell was more than enough,
To burn into dust and relive it again,
I don't believe he deserved to die
I just believe he deserved all of that pain.
And to breathe once, and do it again.