...and the Cycle Bleeds

Cold bodies lying on the ground. pulling them down one by one. shouting but no one’s been here. the wilderness and forest so warm. silent screams echoes in the dark. All the things I saw reminds past. But the pull is strong, the abyss deep. The womb so far now… I am the one, who dig your grave held your heart bare handed lonely as the god’s itself But I thought all… gone