My End

The walls crumble,
as I walk I stumble.
My hands aren't workin',
their probably broken.

I see the gash oozing liquid red.
The blade is still stabbed into my head.
The blood trickles down my leg,
I told him to stop, I cried as I begged.
But he didn't, then I felt the bite
of that really sharp steel knife.
which was still decorating my head like a crown.
Will I really be walking like this into town?

There. I've walked as far as I could.
If I could walk more, I would.
My spirit has been broken.
My innocence he has forcibly taken.

I cried, because I'm in the middle of nowhere.
I cry more softly and I feel my self floating away.
Just a few more days
And my body will start decay.

So I lay there, resigned to my fate.
Not wanting any one see me in this state.
I just lay there, visually imagining the beauty of my remains.
Knowing that my soul will always be suffering tied to these violent chains.