Withered Poem by Jay Humphrey

The trees, the screams, the ocean breeze,
The silencing heat, the body heaves,
Broken alone, Unholy yet sown,
The pleasure dancing behind the moan

the darkest of time, a spirit in flight,
Running and screaming, Afflicting the fight,
Begging and crying your tears left unfelt,
The burning of skin, The pain of a welt.

Soul blackening, river runs dry,
The blood, its pouring, the blink of the eye,
The angel, its dying, Dancing the rain,
The demon, its laughing, enjoying the pain.

The wind, it shatters, Blanketing the world,
The fire, it freezes, the fingers yet uncurl,
The scream, it empties, the room seems to bend,
The baby, its lonely, left alone yet to fend,

Time, it moves, unsteady again,
Your eyes, they blink, your soul now to send,
Hell, it burns, right in front your eyes,
Your withered eyes blink, your mind telling you lies.