Death is slouching towards me
from the corners of the room
The appearance of truth
Revels in my impending doom
You exhale as I hold my breathe
As blackness claims the space
You gloat in selfish victory
While betrayal ingests my face
I remember like it was yesterday
You were a giant back then
Love was not inside your heart
As you wore the devil's grin
Curled in fetal positions
As fear tightened its grip
I cover my ears from the screaming
And hide my quivering lips
Nurtured is a foreign word
Forty years I've lived without
Starved of love & tenderness
I sit in blame & self doubt
A product of dysfunction
On the same destructive path
A child once filled with innocence
Has become the model's wrath
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
Death is slouching towards me
from the corners of the room
The appearance of truth
Revels in my impending doom
You exhale as I hold my breathe
As blackness claims the space
You gloat in selfish victory
While betrayal ingests my face
I remember like it was yesterday
You were a giant back then
Love was not inside your heart
As you wore the devil's grin
Curled in fetal positions
As fear tightened its grip
I cover my ears from the screaming
And hide my quivering lips
Nurtured is a foreign word
Forty years I've lived without
Starved of love & tenderness
I sit in blame & self doubt
A product of dysfunction
On the same destructive path
A child once filled with innocence
Has become the model's wrath
2/5/17
