Distant murmurs of the child I was,
So innocent and good,
Never exposed to the cruelty of man;
Slowly fading away, out of time and passion,
Never again to surface from the stream.
My Lifeblood boils with rage and inner pain,
Never emerging to show.
I am just a victim,
Desperate for the love I only vaguely remember.
My body twists in the agony of hate
But never does anyone see,
for my face is cold stone
Never revealing
My inner feelings and fears.
I trod in a desperate cycle
Of numbing stone turning to agony by night,
And reach for the hope that I have lost.
But never again do I grasp that distant love.
I walk only as a victim;
Never again as a child.
