The mockery of a chastised fool,
too frail to utter vows.
These demons have refused my soul,
an offer, a life, a howl.

Pressed to feel my growing pains...
How lost in common lust.
And though the world was built in frames,
those doves were destroyed by dust.

When the rays would stroke my neck
and the breeze offered a kiss,
I’d stretch and strain to connect
and suffer at fate’s cruel twist.