Utopia

Utopia

I sit here

dreaming of what could be

but I am enfranchised to the crulest of

all masters.

They have me bound up

and they want to cut at me

with a dull knife.

I am pressed to the ground.

Mud covers my face and

they can't look me in they eye

and see the horror of what they are doing.

They neglect the scars

and are blind to what was.

I feel a bolt of enegry

rush through my body.

I jolt but the rope

digs into my skin.

I remember then

when everying was more complicated

and look at it from now and I

realize that

it wasn't better then

and it won't ever be better.

A stone is applying pressure

to my face

and

I cannot

move to

get it away.

I want to tell them

to free me from my chains

and that I will comply 

but they hold my mouth shut.

I know what is going to happen.

The knife is cold

and my blood is warm and I can

feel it running down.

I am nothing.

If I could scream,

I would.

Only a slient

groan is emitted 

from my mouth.

And I see what I was,

being eaten by a dog...