random poetry *TW: Gore, Death*

As I stand, tortured and mutilated

I remain, chained in place

whatever I did for a punishment this cruel

all stems from my pure existence

Im dragged away by chains colder than my heart

on a stage, crowds shuffle to get a better look

at my final punishment

a blade cuts across my chest, yet i remain still

unable to scream, move, or even feel,

every bone and muscle in me is numb,

soon enough, the end of it all

the end of everything

the blade cuts through my neck, my chains are taken off

im released

my blood null

and i close my eyes

embracing death