?Į?Į
Blood trickles from an open wound
?Įspilling dreams and memories
?Įthat disintegrate when smothered
?Įby the crisp morning air.
?Į?Į
The victim's mind is empty
?Įlike the wallet that once held
?Įa measly five pound note.
?Į?Į
Two glazed eyes tattooed with shock
?Įoffer a glimpse into this victim's ordeal.
?ĮA still heart and an absent pulse
?Įprove death.
?Į?Į
Humanity continues to breathe
?Įdespite being an individual less.
?ĮThe victim becomes forgotten
?Įwhile life continues.
Originally published at The Dark Krypt, Jan 2005