Remember.
Do you remember
that green meadow
of soft grass and sweet flowers
the place where it all began
the place where my soul was slowly drained
the butterfly that took flight
across the blue sky
so beautiful to be seen
as my wings of dreams
were torn from my body
in painful torutre too horrible to bare
did you see those images
of the fist
the blood
did you feeel
the impact
the tear
or were you too busy
smiling at the screams
taking pleasure in the pain
absorbing life
as I gave up the fight
do you recall the cooling rain
leaving light kisses on my face
as it washed away the blood
when was the last time you stopped
to think about my death.
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