Defeat

This child he came from a home so broken,
No love, only hatred he did behold.
Unwanted, Forgotten, just a token,
come to be by lust of his parents old.

The joys of life are such addictive things,
to be happy, and play the days away.
There were ways without his great noose of string,
this child, knew that not, and won't learn today.

New day, yet the same old mistake again.
How could this be all sin wished upon me?!
Cleanse me now, for all that I did back then.
They will forgive me? how could all this be?

The knife plunges deep. the blade doth not bend.
My soul consumed, this death will be my end.

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