It was, I is it

I heard it,

The wail of the tortured 

Cradling the last piece of their soul

But nonetheless lost

I saw it,

The invisible claws

Tearing at the minds of the walking dead

But too blunt to penetrate

I felt it,

The bonds now broken

Screaming inside, we fail to succumb

But how shall now be lost

I heard it

I saw it

I felt it

I am it.