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February 27, 2004
Tortured
Every time I close my eyes
Every time I stop and pause
It comes back like a thunderclap
And my mind reels with the horror
Metal rips into flesh
And as it slices an ugly gash
See the muscle and fat torn open
And the splatter of crimson blood
Marred more than any man
Scourged for my sin
The fatal images plague me
I shake and weep
Not because of a movie
But because it really happened
And because I believe
It was worse
Posted by paul at February 27, 2004 10:01 AM
Comments
What is your day job? Keep writing, Paul! The world needs this stuff.
Posted by: Kathy at March 3, 2004 07:55 PM