Tzaraath

A whispering heart diseased and dead

Was shown the light through thoughts unsaid

Though lingering in past wrongs not righted

A grateful mask is worn excited

And yet that mask be made of flesh

But not that flesh thats torn from death

A skin cut from a body alive, moving,

breathing...screaming

Sedation and medication are given

But agony alive and burning remains

Like the night which is dark and harboring evil

So stays the men who torture, insane

A mouse to a trap is like a man to a map

oh to run free like a Lion yet caged like a beast

A noble cause thought to be true

Matured like a mutant bound then unleashed

Sadistic and sad

Moved from the red

Up into the sun

                                                          Its life just begun