Shards

Constant drips
Pools of blood
Shards broken on the floor

Foul odors
Ripped flesh
Maggots

Conspiracy
Cover-ups
Lies

Truth
Innocence
Death

One of them
Rogue
Either way you die

How deep is the wound-
In the flesh
Before a blood curdling scream erupts

How long has it been
Since the maggots fed on the flesh
And dental records remain

Take the shard
Stick it deep
End it yourself, and pray it to be quick