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Bygone Days

The sick sadistic people that torture the kid Thinking of thoughts to fascinating in sin Hiding behind a stature of loneliness he hates A time warp in his chest it elates Swaying through time with no cause or mentality He don't want to feel like a congenital abnormality Piercing his mind with no anesthesia Mind caught in the lake of amnesia Grasping towards another minoral fate Sometimes in this bygone world its too late Suffering a wraith in his vivacious serenity So sad and unaware with no amenity This boy has suffered for a time of days Like most diverse and beseeching in many ways But tampered with is his lamp of time Puppet strings in his head now a mime The prescription of happiness is a lie Bury the darkness as a maggot one day be a fly This is the torture of a teen so young Now no speech they take your tongue Its over Its over Slit it in his own health Slayed down for his enlightened death.... Copyright © Patrick Nonnemacher | Year Posted

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 9/20/2020 4:39:00 AM
Some horrid evil people in Thai world ..
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