Wounds

The pain unnerving
As he crawled in agony
Down the stairs, swirling
As he screamed ambiguously
At the shadows laughing at him
As blood continuously flow
Out of his wounded soul

That nourishes those rotten fruits
Of sin and rage, and of hateful woes
That in turn is devoured
By Fear and death, and his angry foes

And as the anguish sips inside his cut
As he continued to writhe in misery and pain
His dilated eyes staring at nothing
Wondering if he's even sane
Cursing and Shouting, then it came
His eyes filled with tears
Hoping this tears could wash away his fears

Clutching his wounds
Wishing the pain to go away
As his laceration continuously grow
Hoping to fate not to end it this way