Endless nights that drifted into nothing
floating on a raft made of rock salt
that dissolves slowly into a wet death
where thoughts suffocate and rule.

Peel the skin back to reveal the fruit
that lies underneath the ridged shell
of leather and burlap layers to
see the boy screaming out to you.

Echoes stir through the walls of flesh
that surround and consume a child
filled with muddled whispers and tears
underneath an overpriced costume.

A mirror reveals a beautiful kid
beneath a mound of disgust
who walks down the streets of life
behind a shadow that is not his own.

Quicksand traps and engulfs painfully
reaching outward towards the light
that has grown dim with distress
wanting and waiting for the moment.

Once an infant weeping for redemption
from a prison with out the windows
over looking the time that stands still
inside this layer of hate attraction.

It is now or death, today or never
with odds stacked to the clouds
while hope begins melting into doubt
the man once a child stands tall.

Resistance remains to blind and confuse
a once tormented soul in the night
that lived in subdued dreams and desires
waiting for the moment to spread its wings.

A knife unfolds in the abyss searching
along the tissue that chokes this life
looking to place a deathblow
on an enemy stronger than he is.

Flesh twists, contorts and squirms
salted snail like with blade marking
through the multi-coated cell of torture
pounds away from living life that was to be.

Light pierces upon entering as skin bursts
seared as the forbidden reaches inside
saying no more reaching outward for cool air
knowing he will not go quietly into the night.

Crimson trickles down as the walls fall
with the smell meat lingering in the air
passing through lungs filled with desire
and courage, screaming now is his turn.

Stepping forward with blood running
away from the body of the free
who doesnąt look back over his shoulder
at the rotting prison that would have killed him.



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