Day 134 - Haunted

I wrote this a while ago. It's dark. It's incredibly dark. But there is it.

-Humanity's Remains-
I hear the sound
of a thousand tortured cries.
I hear the sound
of a thousand torrid taunts.

The Earth is bleeding innocence
from deep wounds cut by evil.
Its exposed heart beats
and I feel mine break.

I hear the sound
of a child's neck snap.
I hear the sound
of a taut and swaying cord.

Vomit rises to my throat
the putrid bile burns.
The world's guts are seeping out,
infected to the core.

I do not understand
It can't be understood.
It defies nature
for any soul to be so corrupted.
It defies nature
for a child to witness this,
to be eviscerated by this,
to create this wretched beast
and inflict in on another.

Perhaps it starts with envy
that cancer of the soul.
Perhaps it fuels hatred,
spite, and rage,
which propel furthur torment.

I hear the sound
of a bullet crunch a skull.
I hear the sound
of a body, torn to meat.

I hear the world split to shreds,
each scrap soaked in blood,
and strewn with pulverised flesh.

Humanity's remains.
Filled with promise,
pure with youth.

They never had a chance.