Words no longer painless, the cold no longer a comfort,

The days seem to now bleed together, nothing more then a false effort,

I remain here ever nameless, a lifeless thing unspoken for.

Never to see the sunny weather, not alive not anymore.

Heart drug through the mud and winter, blades of ice slice the soft tissue,

Bring me down from this death like high; the pain is no longer an issue.

Wood is hot and scolds as it splinters, into a body once claimed as my own,

Life is short, and the world is bitter, the fires out before it’s shown.

Exposed and laid out on a table, knives cut into me like words of scorn,

Bodies lay just to the right of me, flesh ripped and parts scattered far from where they were torn.