18 May 2007
The scorching heat of the sun
dries the sweat at his nape
yet drops of it still come
from the sides of his face
He turned around, chest exposed
the invisibility of torture unseen
marks of a whipping drapes his soul
thick black liquid surrounds him
the unshaven face bears no resemblance
to the man he was once
he clings onto the blade of ignorance
praying for a chance
the once strong body now lay wasted
eyes wide shut
his kisses bears an air of coldness
turning skin...to ashes.
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