Into the Dust we Fall
Into the Dust we fall;
Our lungs void of air.
As sweat beads down our brow,
Our muscles ache for relief.
Into the Dust we fall,
As our captors scrape us to our feet.
Lashes are dealt with every mistake,
Our flesh ripped from the bone.
Into the Dust we fall.
Echos torment our virgin minds,
As our ears begin to bleed.
Our screams carry no sound.
Into the Dust we fall.
Our minds twisting in endless agony;
My eyes open to a new day.
Into the Dust we fall.
This poem is about:
Me