Mould walls

There is a slow seemingly lethargic feeling

The feeling of tragedy and despair

When you have given up and decided to not fight back

All the blows are just hitting a wall and there is no reaction in return

The resolve is so defiant that it is impossible to break through

Their believes are like chains clinging on to you squeezing you

Ever lost youth is receding and the coming of age saga begins

You are left on the verge of a mangled past and uneven future

The bridge is falling apart and there is a huge jump needed to free you

The hue and cries of this world are like feelings of contempt against your thoughts

They are jealous of your open mind and dynamic ideas

This world is like a crystal ball and you roll inside until you are dust

The ashes if lifted are partaken to be water and mist

The world uses even those and nothing seems to be lost

It is like a huge snake rattling on the rocks ready to eat its own eggs

A large cave holds complete darkness and unknown peace

But once you fall you are overtaken by infinite bouts of loneliness

You charge for the same things you had once detest

Humans so foolish as to run after something that is gone

Yet for now the battle awaits me and I see myself as a martyr

Hung upon the beams and displayed on the poles

My blood is now nothing but mud my skin nothing but wood

As the liquid trails down my body it trickles over the wet muddy land gone in its moulds

The steps approach my still limbs to cut me off in pieces to be eaten as meat

Everything I had aspired to be everything I had once learnt is being consumed today

The leeches, now grown into enormous being suck my body dry as not to waste a drop of blood

The scraps left are thrown off a hill as my skull cracks open when it hits a rock

The pieces of bone shatter all around me and the small insects gather to pick them up

Slowly I have eroded into the air and nothing but a giant mark is left of something that was once there.