i'd love to claim the name
of somebody a little less to blame
but it seems i'm scarred and mamed
for i attempted to tame a lion
that doesn't play the same game
it really is my own fault
for believing the flaws i saw
could be brought to a stop
dropped and rolled in salt
oh god, when you come across
the padlock to the box that contains
my demise i pray you give it a nod
and a wave as if to say you'll save it
for another day
and allow me to apologize
for trying to play...well, you

My father had two daughters.
A son he had just one.
A wife who divorced him, to move in a pedofile ***.
Who she let whip us like a sadistic, not so fun.
Every night for 3 years we got *****.
Mom got him a loaded hand gun.
We never had a chance to escape.
He killed my hamster & the neighbors german shepherd.
No one ever said a word.
It was vulgur & absurd.
An ex con, on my face & cereal he spit on.
Our toothbrushes he peed on.
We never got justice.
Like his head on a pike. Every ounce of hatred fueled, despite.
Every fiber of it's being is not right.
An ungranted wish.
A criminal no one will miss.
I would never know if "it" hurt any other.
Most are the product of a crazy mother.
I dwell in a sh*t dome.
Where no one is ever home.
A coward's way out.
No one can hear my scream or shout.
To be murdered is what evil entity's deserve.
Satan Lucifer is the devil they serve.
To be consumed in eternal flames.
Dissected & mamed.
That is their place to belong.
To suffer agony from what they did wrong. Crushing children's souls.
To make them broken & unwhole.
Eternal torment they need.
Sin is what they feed. Extinction would'nt be a sacrifice. Their demise would be so nice. I hate child molestors. A walking disease that festers

They say you can only trust yourself,
Grey strands brushed; underlying wealth,
Looking dismayed cause I don’t even love myself.
Woah.
Can’t I be somebody else?
If only hearts could melt,
As easily as ice.
Wouldn’t that be nice?
Now.
The only sound,
I fear is appreciation.
Because most don’t see the lust and fornication.
That lay beneath the lies,
That’s locked behind my eyes.
A painful desire,
That wants to climb higher.
Yet is never happy.
That’s wants more.
Yet is left always empty.
An identity,
That is clouded in mystery.
Chained to a shame,
That damns the brain.
Who thoughts can no longer contain,
The reigns.
Even the droplets from his eyes,
Are a desert that has forgotten rain.
Like a horse with no name,
It’s all apart of norms that mamed.
What constitutes being a man.
Who has ran,
From every problem.
Like it was the boogeyman.
****.
Can’t I be somebody else?
If only hearts could melt,
As easily as ice.
Wouldn’t that be nice?
He asks himself.
With thoughts that welt,
Like it was struck with a belt.
A pain that is unseen,
That has locked him up.
Way before quarantine.
They say no one can hear you scream,
In space.
Yet even on earth everyone ignores it.
For mental health is like a banana split.
Your treated like your banana’s,
And everybody splits. (Hahaha).
Like it’s some joke.
Until their bodies croak.
Because they lost their hope.
To be seen and heard.
Like the songs from a bird.
Yet are instead dismissed as diseases,
That need to be cured.
Oh, Man.
Can’t I be somebody else?
If only hearts could melt,
As easily as ice.
Wouldn’t that be nice?

THE SHIELD BECOMES YOU
PEASANT, MEEK, AND FEARFUL

ANY CHANGE ASTOUNDS
AS NEEDLESS, AND FEARFUL

YOUR LIFE IS BUILT IN BOUNDARIES
YOUR LIGHT IS KEPT INSIDE
YOUR SIGHT IS LAMED, TAMED AND ABANDONED
MAMED, DULL, FLICKERING, SHAME

YOUR FEAR IS MOUNTED ON THE PRECIPICE
DUG IN, CHAINED IN THE LABOURED SLAVE
THE WAVES THAT WEAR ON YOUR BODY OF STONE
SILENTLY BLEED INTO YOUR MIND

YOUR FEAR IS LOVE THAT BATTERS DOWN THE WALL
THAT SHATTERS YOUR NICHE OF SAND CASTLE COMFORT
CHALLENGES YOUR FRAGRANT DREAM
AS ATOMIC WIND THROUGH A CITY OF EMPTY SOULS