Grown in filth
without love or nurture;
neglect rotted our roots deep below.
Growing pains
from swaying in great storms;
deceit drained our desire to flower.
Leaves wilted
while fungus clogged our veins;
we craved the caress of a rainbow.
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When No One Saw and No One Heard
the soil soaked in my hurried hurt
Dear Father
never hear you tell me you loved me
In His Embrace, I Slowly Died
where your love left me exiled
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Blood Never Forgets
life before the bruises
Fed on Dirt
we knew neither compassion nor remorse
Mental Illness Demon
whispered fears and deranged ideas
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Deep Black Eyes
while my moist lips trembled
Veins of Corruption
feet dragged in the filth of apathy
Naïve Boy
I always believed life would be fair