For You

We found you, of course.

We always do.

Your pasty grey hands reach out, desperate.

Begging for life.

Don’t you know you’re already cursed?

But, no.  You’re fortunate.  

How I loathe those who saved me. 

Who stole me, branded me worthy. 

Sewed my skin to this green, green world.

Who seared my flesh so I could never be free.

They’ve beat me, they’ve won. 

Don’t let them beat you too.

So as they hand me this torch, trust me.

As they douse you, don’t scream.

You’ll be free now, I promise.

I’ll do this, yes.

I’ll do this for you