From childhood hours I have not been

As others were – I have not seen

My existence nothing more than a dream

Isolation is what should be

In fear of pain, I do not dare deem

Something evil dwells inside of me

To cause pain

I want to scream,

Trapped inside she is dead

The apology of the undead

His turn to stare

To dream a prayer that his luv wasnt here

Dark decaying bag of flesh

dilapidated child, so tense

His heart broken, left alone with thoughts unspoken

misguided hazardous  forms of black ink

Penetrating, reaching for eternity.

This world isnt meant for us…..