Calling

I feel deaths dank odor
surrounding me,
ghoul's souls
twisting at my nerves,
i am not ok,
this is what the time states.
Blood pours out my flesh
As lashes of steel come flying
evading regret,
i am here,
i am not ok
words struck by lightning,
pierced into  skin,
my tattoo
with endless meaning
i am silent,
i am here,
i am not ok,
words spoken by an amateur
As they decipher
the whispers
if not the screams,
of the damned.