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…..