Torn away

[slavyori]

Bloody coughs come from lips.
The body withers and the cancer festers.
Withdraw from others, you'll be a burden.
Find your place to die.
You thought death would come from the sword.
Yet it came from the lord.
Rest is just in sight.
No more to roam.

While standing before the gates.
Such plan was foiled.
Wrapped in the void to pull you away.
Cast to the realm of green and grey.
You did not deserve heaven.
Was this a hell of no fire and brimstone?
No demons surrounded, only familiar faces.
Punishment awaits.

Another blur.
The sound of voices yelling and bullets flying.
You didn't even deserve hell.
But you.
Will.
Still.
Burn.




(Artistic representation of Samiha's much more burnt and bandaged face)​