22

Burnt into retnas of years gone by
your image
reflecting in my eye
hanging within your self flaggelation
bound and drowned down
into invisible sorrows
they peck at you like vultures
while you pull the strings
you are your own demise
and i can not do a thing
my fate is to stand and watch
scream and cry
but you're not even here
just an image in my eye
unreal to my words
though my ears can still
hear you die