Slain Poem by Ryan Joseph Holder

Recover my insides
And sow me up
Shove my soul
Into a cup
Take my eyes
And pop 'em in
My hairs worn out
And growing thin
I'm dying, I
Can take no more
My feet are dangling
From the floor
Take a wiff
And now you'll smell
The bodies burning
Down in Hell! !
Listen up
And then you'll hear
Exactly what
It is we feel
Put your hands
Upon the ground
And feel what's red
But should be brown
The Sacrilege
That's taking place
The blood that's dripping
Down my face
The whips
They crack
Upon
My back
A thousand
Lashes
Strawberry
Gashes
Beaten and broken
Destroyed at the core
Ripped into shreds
And settle for more
Coughing up blood
My insides distorted
And this is what
We had resorted
No matter the times
That I may have hurt her
I have been slain
In cold blooded murder