Remnants Of The Dead

Mutilated to beast
Disarmed creature trying to escape
From pain
Redeemed through the dead
With fear
Burning eyes as the mirror of his hate
Into dark
Cover the disfigured corpse
As ordered by moments of alertness
Lasting a short time
Obsessed by demon’s pride
Forces fixing his eyes on the cruelty he enjoyed
Blood-soaked clothes adorning his body
Remaining like the scars on his soul
Inflicted by humanity’s ignorance
The darkest of all dreams
To be a part of the damn race
Victim of their game
Lost his life in suffering
Remnants of the deed
Removed by fire
Marked by humanity
Shadows of revenge
Dark visions before his eyes
Different forms of lifeless beings
Limits of human imagination
Winds of blood-freezing coldness
Forming a pictures of the innocent victim
Avoiding from obscurity’s threat
To where he came from
The ruins of humity’s blindness
Staring at death’s face