In a melancholy soul of a thousand eyes,
Drowning from scarlet tears it cries.
Shadows conceal wounds that hide,
Worst are self-made monsters inside.
Unfathomable in the depths of a inner child,
Something savage, wicked and wild.
Cursed by a heartless bastard,
Countless miserable years mastered.
Evil scratches, picks at the scab,
Hateful words that poke and stab.
Festering a poisonous hate,
Leaving a child in a fragile state.
So how does this child learn to love,
From vicious bruises and a cruel shove?
To humble monsters making them weak,
Present them with the other cheek.