Sta.sh
Imagine
A bloody
Raw
Piece of steak
No knife
No cleaver
Only your bare hands
You pick it up
It's warm
Pulsing
Almost alive
As you grip it tight
And rip it in half
It is a hard task to do
Yet you do it anyways
Because the pain it feels
You cannot
As you rip my heart in two
Blood leaks everywhere
Down your hands
And onto your clothes
But you do not care
You cannot feel what you have done
What you are doing
The pulsing stops
And throw the lifeless thing onto the floor
You wipe your hands in disdain
And proceed to shed down to your skin
You want no part in what you have just done
No memory in the pain you have caused
One flick of a match
And the whole room ignites into flames
But you cannot see that
Because you have already left
Walking as far away as you can
Never to look back
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ST = Stanza
So many people have had the experiences depicted in this piece. But many can't grasp the true agony of it until it is too late... The words were perfect and resounded in the memories that I've experienced myself. It touched my very soul.
It's good to have pieces like this, so people who have to go through it, know they aren't alone.
My only dislike is the image used, although it is appropriate, I guess I'm squimish.
Thankyou for sharing this masterpiece.
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