A Child Gave In
Quietly, I sit up on my bed,
While devious little thoughts, entice my head...
I close my eyes to rid the Pain,
Of those dangerous thoughts, that haunts my brain...
But inside, this Bewitched brain of mine,
Are evil images, that begin to unwind...
That stab and puncture, my happy dreams,
Of defaced photos and broken prism beams...
A darken future, that has been Reborn,
Replaces the mutilated memories, of past now torn...
And Triggering Madness, that's soon to Rise,
Destroys my hopes of peering, from Angel Eyes...
A twisted childhood, that bloomed at night,
With no hopes of living, a life without right...
Tangled inside, a web womb of Despair,
Where the youth grew older and lost all care...
Building a fire, with blocks of Ice,
Led to unaccomplished goals, that weren't all that nice...
And a hidden past, which had never been released,
Had surprised the child, with the mark of the Beast...
And with that mark, the child gave in,
With the Gifts of Satan and the Life of Sin...
And now within that youth, is Lost and Hate,
Will pay all debts, by this last Fate...
written: 02-20-1997 OCJ
Copyright © Tina Menser | Year Posted 2012
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