We were all alone,
no mother or father to protect us...
I never saw his face
but I remember his voice...
By reading this poem
you are agreeing to see horrific things...
There was no way out of the blackest of rooms,
where ironically, every single thing inside was...
I hear the voices,
They will forever repeat in my head...
In a place redder
than this, miles radiating...
Silence soothes me much like the winter cold
I learned to love numbness as I grew old...
Denuded they stood
huddled outside one last time...
I dont like being angry
I dont want nor need it...
When the day comes
That I wake up dead...
Monsters surround me with dominance,
carrying out little acts of God...
Fuzzy pictures flash
in an out of my mind...