Taken from my home,
Experimented with, harmed.
Freeze dried, formed into something new,
With a diverse intellect of person and structure.
Created again, re manufactured,
New mind, new soul.
Past of fright, I hide
Away under my skin.
They lay upon the scars that shine,
In the whisk of the nights music.
Blades rushing, I’m falling ill,
Fresh, adventure to forget.
Never will this come of me,
I won’t forget.
Sleeping with the thought that
Another attack will follow.
Smell of the blood,
And of the dirt on your skin, I remember too well.
Frozen in that moment in time,
Horror of the slit shot of the gun.
Bullet bearing in my body,
Crying, screaming to give in.
Bloodied and weary, I bleed,
Forever until you’re laid to bury.
