Despite my tries
and deceitful lies
I waste away
under god's eyes
This reality is new to me

With each new day
The demons play
My soul's their toy
Broke at their say
still beating is my heart you see

Defenseless boy
misshapen joy
Lacks confidence
and remains coy
hatred still flows dark through me

seated on a fence
slow, stoopid and tense
yet knowing
every word they mince
Hidden deep within his privacy

Thick red flowing
hand stitched sewing
all his sores
forever growing
dieing slowly for eternity

No open doors
nor hope in store
black spiral hole
is at my core
Hackneyed dream is my reality

Dick headed bi-pole
I know my role
They say that diamonds
Come from coal
Too bad the pressure's killing me

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