Written Corpses

Written corpses
Litter the ground
Their blood
Painted on the wall

Broken letters
Misshapen question marks
Lost periods

All because
No one knew
No one asked
Where they had been
What they had created before

Used and abused
Overused
And overused again

All because
No one can think
No one can question
What it is to be human

No one can create
A world
No one has seen before

Its all the same
The same colors
Black and white

The same thing
The same story
The same characters
The same world
Over and over again
And over and over again
And over and over again

Are you hands
Stained red?
Is your pen
Warm with the life
Of the broken words?

Repent
And create
Find new words
New words to create
New worlds

Repent
And live
And write
again

*a rant of similar themed mibba poems*