Sitting beside me, makes my eyes open
but continue to sleep, as I sit up and see him
Naked, except for a modest loin cloth
and bindings now rotten, off hands and off feet
'Who are you?' I ask but his name is forgotten
as I scan his whole body for clues and the like
I hear "Senor" as I notice black nails
of toes and of fingers of a body long passed
His brown skin still shines like a sunset in Spain
but now, here sits sadness - here sits condemnation
"I'm cold" he says looking sadly at me
with eyes cold with death not going unnoticed
I reach for my blanket and wrap it around him
and see puncture wounds, where cord
once bound his lips shut
And tattooed roughly on the back of his lip
'Heliticus' crudely cut into his skin
"So I guess you're an emo" making light conversation
but the suffering of souls is no joking matter
The darkness creeps in - his expression has changed
as he reaches towards me and touches my side
and all of a sudden I'm wide and awake
with the pain of knives stabbing me right in the ribs
Another new stage of development starts
with a singular touch of darkness and hurt
To enter a place of where chaos abounds
and see an old World before there was Light
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