The Void

Strange mutant creatures
Standing on the edge
Of forever
Staring out
Into the void

Holding delicate roses
Early in bloom
Grown in Hell
Thorns tearing flesh
Off rotting palms
Delicate themselves
Unknowing and
Lost

With stained souls
And bruised hearts
Withering away
In rhythmic agony
Calling out 
To the gods

From the void
They answer
Piercing ears
With vehement silence
Roaring like thunder

Β©James Dennis Casey IV

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