Poetry: Dark Pages

Dark pages that flip to tell my story, inked in blood still oozing from open wounds,
moments undeserving a 'sorry', dark shadows still hiding those viscous hounds,
war trodden beauty now drenched with the smell of death,
the sound of guns firing bullets of fear that fall to the earth,
but not before they rob me of time and precious breath

                                       in that moment

i tasted the bullet as it hit my pallet to leave a world of the living dead,
yet they mourn for my sweet release, a night i will not miss.
in this place a rose is just but another thorn, it's color and beauty all but gone,
Drowned and twisted beyond recognition, the sad truth of humanity
Rain falls like incessant tears, a pathetic release from this insanity

              A million voices muted in turmoil,

a right to life refuted
Eyes furtively look upward for release, death welcomed like a kind disease
A shuddering end to a story no one wants to hear, chapter closed
And though my story ends here, a million more bodies will be disposed
An inexhaustible nightmare that replays tormented screams that still rise shrill,
Where there is life, death breeds too.

                                       A million more dark pages to fill.

chapter 1: dark nights of horror...

by Mc N o r r i s and Wilhelmine Watchter http://thewritemonkey.blogspot.com