Shred

Aftermath

Eaten up by something
That lives inside me
Encircled from without
They shine lights into my eyes
They surrender their hue
They wander through
My internal maze
Those blood soaked corridors

But the motor is still running
The heart is still beating
That crimson piece of meat
Guided by a deadly thread
Governed by a pervasive dread
Dehumanised by this shaven head
And they are all gone now
Dead, dead, dead

But I am still here
Clutching the shred
Of love, life, laughter
It is all that is left
And it is all that I have.

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