Upon the beaten face Torn flesh that stubbornly Keeps old rags in place Varied shades of grey Cast upon unblinking brow Sullen, sunken eyes Wish to scream, but don’t know how Achromatic form, Broken, thrown away Highlighted by red glimmering Among the shades of grey The red, a sign of life A sign the form is still alive A sign that points to willingness And its will to survive