I feel it. The stab in my back.
A Dagger piercing through my skin; pain surges inward and I hear the voices dying. Drops of blood resemble liquefied rubies, oh so red! I walk barefoot; The stink and sin of fallen things haunt my feet.
Disappearing faces, misleading noises, fallen roses and broken promises! What has become of this place? Neither a cry nor laughter, it’s home I am after.