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Martyr

Bested by faith. Corrupted, enslaved.
Witness my downfall. My wits beyond doubtful.

Up for discussion, confused by concussions.
Drowned in my tears, I take beats like percussions.

Leaking my scarlet, but I keep my star lit.
Scarred by the martyr, alone in this mosh pit.

Down. Beaten down the drains.
Down. Fists and feet chained.

Wronged by rights among many faint lies.
Left to be rotten, bright lights are forgotten.
Sanity fled, I’ve got ghosts in my head.
Please let me...
Let me be dead.

I still kept my pride, none cared enough to take it.
What’s left is your right. Swing your punch, I can take it.

Give in to your sin.
Rid my body of skin.

Count to three.
Please.

I see worlds beyond ours.
Broad fields filled with flowers.

Set me free.
Please.
Written by Drieks
Published
Author's Note
This piece is inspired by the movie ‘Martyrs’.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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