Donnybrook
Squiggly markings scissor across his torso,
ever vengeful.
Standing high above the mayhem,
he is their surveyor.
I bleed,
assassinating these beings,
although I'm struck with a stupendous need to retreat.
One last funeral,
until eternal night.
I shriek in submission,
welcoming deaths cold kiss goodnight.
Joy4no1
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