The Unknowns

The Unknowns

A Poem by a schizophrenic writer

The claws dug through his chest,
Their mouths took care of the rest.
They ate through his skin,
They made him pay for his sins.
The blood and the gore,
They took the meat off his bones.
Until there was no more.
Now he fell victim to the unknowns.

© 2014 a schizophrenic writer


Author's Note

a schizophrenic writer
okay, yes it's a bit more brutal than my rest, but i thought id try something new, let me know!

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Added on February 9, 2014
Last Updated on February 10, 2014
Tags: blood, gore, death, pain, suffering, unknowns, unknown, poem, poetry

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a schizophrenic writer
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I mostly write depressing poems but I'm also working on a book about a young man with schizophrenia and his struggles. more..

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