The Fallen One

i hide in the corner of my room, wishing for it to go away
underneath the desk, where no one can touch me
bundling myself up in the fetal position, i lay there looking at my hands
my blood stained hands
my hands, the tools for vengeance
the very hands that were used in the game of cat and mouse
i can see the parasites eating away the flesh of my morbid existence
i close my eyes and try to clear my mind of grotesque images
the memory of my life
remnants of what used to be life
what life? i'm already dead inside
as welts of tears form in the corners of my eyes, i ask aloud,
"God, have you forsaken me?"



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