prisoner scavenger

i am not what you think you see. i

am a ghost living in this walking

death. i am game to the most

vicious prey. (one of the haunted).

sunrise and death set, mind rots in

to capture the soul. cage(ing) me,

suck the life from veins. swallow

your own breath, this is my fist

in your gut. collapsing now, this is

the sound of my cracking bones.

no insides left in this body- i've let

'em all slip away. can't find the

right sustenance- don't need it anyway.

i sleep in this bed of misery.

and i wake paralyzed underneath

the shadows. i have no face, only

the scar of your hatred. this womb

leaves me as one of the hunted. i

am the fire burning in the hollow

land. i walk in the battle, under-

neath your empty pretense of

pain..and i'll wear to the world my

gravestone...this womb leaves me

as one of the haunted. i am one of

the haunted.