Black blood seeps

                                    From shattered walls

Screams resound from

                                              Empty halls.

My sins stare

                         Sound lessly

With bloodshot eyes

                        As I respond with senseless lies.

The floor is fresh

                                        With melting bones

I just laugh

                      At lifeless moans.

My destination

                             Is ahead

A special place

                                Among the dead.

Do not

              Pity me

For I'm sure

                          That death will set me free.

                                                _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 

Owain Glyn 
 

A special place