Feel it from the heart,
See through the soul,
Experiences come whether you are young or old,
Devastation, be it nothing but a decoration in your life.
A small present wrapped up nice,
Expected to be filled with wonder and galore,
Instead contained horror and gore
Susceptible to disease.
The mind was weak,
No longer an individual we see,
Only a carbon copy.
The baby birthed that day,
Died in some kind of way,
Grew to be old,
But their soul they sold.