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Dante's Hourglass
He turns it over
Hour upon hour
Falling into Hell like crimson grains of sand
That is how I came to be here
To have the flesh peeled from my bones
Would be worth living but one more day
I am living inside Dante's Inferno
His writing passion was my undoing
I watch them slough off layers of blistered skin
While the grey ashes of corpses long disposed of haunt me
Like a man whose laugh knows no boundaries
Or a killer,
Poised over his next victim,
A switchblade at her throat,
Rape on his mind
That is all I ever see where I am
I have forgotten what the moon looks like
But I see the sun every day
It blazes hotter than Hades' hate for humanity
I see it in the flames that lick sharply at my soul
Searing the stumps that used to be my ankles
I ignore them to ignore the pain
Bury it deep where there is no Hell
And even when my shackles grow white from the heat
And I feel closer to my salvation
He turns it over again
And I watch the crimson grains of sand fall
My bloodshot eyes full of despair
I have no tears leaft to cry
by: clannids_child
