Exul

A sharp pang of brusque pain blistered his weakened skinHis frail body shivered to the echo of the hostile darknessHis empty stomach growled with intense hunger and famine. Barefooted, he walked the streets marked by malevolenceClothed barely, stripped of humanityIn his shadows lingered the stench of death. Dead man on the inside, mortally decayed.Abandoned by…

Lacuna

  Drenched in blood A crimson colour of mourning Desperate for a cure Slipping away   Scraped violently into the abyss of hell Slept helplessly beside the galling chaos The void in his heart The scar in his soul, crippling   Skin blistered by disdain Hands withered in fetter Decorum immured by guilt Died unknown.