Died

You can smooth,
Buff,
And polish to a shine.

You still can’t make granite,
From the chalk and the lime.

You may bleed,
But it’s not sanguine.

How are you upright?
How are you alive?
You don’t have skin,
You just have a hide.

Your soul is dried,
And demons dine.
It’s caked in rust,
And oxidized.

What is worth that sacrifice?
What did you do to earn this life?

Jesus Christ,
Your eyes are ice.
Your bones are food,
For flies and mice.

Where your fingers were,
There’s only knives.
Your spine is a jagged,
Haggard scythe.

Your hair hangs in pieces,
It’s riddled with lice.
Your lips can’t move,
They’re torn and spliced.

And then…
I read…
About your crimes…

And it pains me to know,
That this is justified.

You’ve got bodies miles high,
I can still hear their cries,
You could never be satisfied,
Until blood and rapture made your skies.

You were once innocent,
A friend of mine.
I loved you once,
You brought me light.

To me you were idolized,
Not a thing to have survived.
You can’t even apologize,
Stop it with your alibis.

Stop trying to run,
You have no right.
It’s killing me,
To hear your lies.

You left them with scars,
And branded thighs.
It makes me sick.
I’m paralyzed.

It eats you up,
You’re hollow inside.
Seeing you like this,
It makes me cry.

But can’t save you…
I have tried…
I can’t resurrect…
I can’t revive…

Because the you that I knew,


Has…


Long…


Since…


Died…