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I'm hurting so much inside, that if a knife pierced my heart,
it would fail to reach the depths of my pain.
Wet in the rays of the sun, dry in the copiousness of rain.
The disdain, suffering third degree, though there are
no flames.
Ghostly figure, in the realm of no names.
Imperceptible someone else is going throught the same.
Nightly nightmares, now tell me, what are dreams?
Once, the devil told me, in hell everybody screams.
Disfunction, abuses, and evil deeds.
Within the womb, he planted a seed.
From which I grew.
I couldn't blossom, so I had to grow dried with thorns.
The DNA of a tail and two horns.
What ills will my progeny inherit when their born?
The calm before the storm, the judgement after the horn.
Caterpillar to butterfly, if I could only transform.
Beauty, something all can adorn.
Forgiveness, an ability not all can perform.
From dusk 'til dawn, birth to morn, right or left turn.
The sum of action equals what its earned.
Value, less than most deserve, so take heed to words.
All days are coming, just wait your turn.
Until then, the lesson learned.
No matter who we are, all suffer from some type of scar.
Unseen, to the world thus far.
Hidden, within the jar, with the lid screwed tight.
Eventually the glass will break, under such weight, the
beast will escape.
The thin line between love and hate.
Let it pillage, and degregate.
Revenge on the world, for not aiding an escape.
From the trauma inertwined with so many mistakes.
Rather, keep it close with a collar as you ambulate.
There's a chance, I heard for change, it's never too late.
Arrive early and get your plate.
Nourish the mind and body to a different state.
Abate, and realize there is no fate.
Get on your hands and knees, looking up, and have faith.
