Redefined Poem by Timothy Weiermann

Rapid rivers slow to a halt
And are slowly infected with beds of salt
Turning that which brought life
To something that withers and brings strife

Dry, deep-set eyes empty of love or tears
Look into them; see my soul in the darkest mirror

Taste the loathing, the pain, the wraith
Expect my forgiveness, and hope to sate
Broken limbs, twisted minds
Redefined mistrust, I stray from the kind

I rip through hearts, tear through tendons
Waiting for the light, the rising sun
In this eternal madness, I find no rest
I only live to fight, to prove I’m the best

Flesh dangles from my nails, blood streaking my mane
I kill what I see, and call myself ‘loves-bane’
I maim that which I cared about
Who else can walk carnage’s route?

Dry, deep-set eyes empty of love or tears
Will you look into them?
And see my corrupted soul in the mirror