Unforgiving Fist

Dragged through the dirt as if I ever deserved different
Bruises left in the cold, thrown to the floor
The King's finest pearls shattered
As if the cuts would give meaning to this heap of waste
Bones aching like stones and pigments faded with time
Drowning and I try, but I can't stop it
As if I had ever been sold for anything more
But for a torn moment, I know I’m dead
For there is nothing more
And there is no voice to scream
And there is no reason to run
And there is no hate to thrive upon
And there is no fear, no jealousy, no rage
And no lies
But there is also no angel coming for me
And there is no God to save me
I can feel it coming again, even with my eyes closed tight
The unforgiving fist to thrash upon the weakest end
Maintaining my frail empire in ruins of this unforgiving world
As if I ever deserved different. 

Reviews

[TLK]

Could a fist ever forgive?