CAMELOT FANTASIES

Each word of sadness
Drowned the happy soul
Where death evolved
Occasional gasping is the sound
The pain had taken its hold
Pound for pound
This light workers encompassed
Absorbed the after effects
Of the clients aches
Empathically taking it on
Bleeding has wept from the wound
Taken on the bastards claim
Demons clamouring
Scattering in to settle  like insects
Hovering in the dying youthfulness
Emotions running the gamut
Fighting for the right to stay
Look closely at the deadened eyes
Discover the monsters that have recovered
The need to destroy the ones alive
Piece by piece withered + died

~Divine