Three Three Three

Clenching, grasping hard to breathe. The guilt you hold bears no reprieve. Pushing through the pain. And digging in the knife. Deepen the bloody wound. And end this tainted life. Try as you may your voice wont be heard. No one to blame but you and yourself. Ten years from now. Laying half dead. Calling for reason. Searching your head. No voice to beg with. No screams to be heard . He takes your flesh with him. For his own reward. Life lost in nothing but silence. All for following flock. How does it feel. A life of nothing, But ticks on the clock