Sewn Victims

A journey walked
Slow pace
steps as they fall
ground noise unheard
no one sees
no one speaks of her
a lonely soul
an empty heart
head lowered arms straight
swallowing force, pulling her
beneath the whispers
victims of her past
screams to be let out
her jealousy, the anger
felt beneath her own heart
a plan, a victory
I will have 25!
Innocence taken away
her memories valid
as they register quite well
their eyes, as scarce
they tremble in fear
watching, horrified
the incision,
Her blood begins to boil
within her veins
the product, has revealed
each picture
has a name to her
each victim
has their marking
a decorative picture
a sticked backing
found as,
no eyes, ears, nose
a mouth, opened
thread outlining
hands positioned
all in a row they lay
one beside the other
the demon released
her hole corrupted
found u! you bitch!
the table her bed
burned into pieces
chops, slices, sawing
torture to her soul,
they think.....
her feet follow
a long highway
a bodiless corpse
alone with her....
friends....her army