A man that won\’t speak

Corners brimming with darkness,
Blood all over the floor
With a thirst for affection,
Dying with disgruntled hopes
The lady he molested,
Came up with swords and arrows.

Uttered with some harsh words,
The lady solicited
Why he slaughtered her soul?
For her vitality which he executed
Can he redeem again?
She implored,
Now you are free to enunciate man.
For the sin he felt ashamed
And he didn't spoke a single word
And the lady,
Left him with his starving soul.

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