Amaranth no longer glows,
suffocated within the flames.
Licking decayed petals,
as I play my games.
Afterlife is so restless,
swamped with thoughtless drones.
So I liberate their pain,
with torn flesh and broken bones.
Forever suffering hurt,
the Illusion of Duality.
Unbound and Invincible,
I rule with brutality.
Silenced with the shock,
stricken, voices grow faint.
Then my anger awakes,
and shows no restraint.
Their unforgiven sins,
tear like jaded skin.
Screams of the lost,
drowning from within.
Draining blood so slowly,
squirm against the chains.
Crushing to a pulp,
then scattering what remains.
Lungs twist and choke,
bile starts to rise.
Turning back the clock,
no-one here dies.
Honorable mention
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Yes I have lost my muse, very hard to write without it 
If you see it chain it up for me 
