Spin down in a circle
Shades of Dante,
Of pain and suffering.
Emotions pulled to the surface,
White lines become scarlet
No tears,
Only screams. (Silent)
Open your mouth to find your lips sewn together.
No way to explain
No giving or finding an answer.
A whip to a broken back
Salt in the wounds
Get up! Get up!
Pummelled again
Hit the ground hard
Looking through blade-cut eyes.
Handed the knife, blind,
You can’t see the other figure nodding.
Plunge it into your emaciated chest
Retrieve the broken heart
And throw it out.
Throw it out!

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