Sentenced To The Blade

Visions of self
Visions of selfish conflict

Turn their faces to statues
They could never run away
Thrusted into a life of pain
Grieving bodies forced in chains

Bloodied hands
Poisoned in malice
Ruined and decaying
These words binding, rubble and ash

A tolerance obtained

Ugly oozes from my tongue
As I forge my end

Visions of self
Visions of selfish conflict