Monday, 21 November 2011

Loveless Child!





A drift, up on the ceiling
I no longer feel
Story of pretence
None of this is real
Hot breath burns me
Embracing my porcelain skin
Blocking out the thought
Of you’re fluids within
Bruises appear, not one asks
Show up in the strangest place
My distant glaze, unspoken pain
Blank, confused look on my face
“Who’s going to believe you?”
Words heard, often spoke
Childhood dreams scatted
Unreal visions encountered
Truly not my safest shelter
Endurance at the last resort
Wars are won, battles fought
The right the wrongs never know
Wish for somewhere safe to go
Cowardly monster
Tell and you’re dead
Vicious beast
Get out of my head.





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