Sorrow.

by Hannah Emellia   Sep 27, 2006


A child born in tragedy,
An infant bathed in tears,
A brand new hate for humanity,
Accustomed to his fears,

He writes his pain in journals,
Has no friends to tell,
Hatred burns inside him,
He has one soul to sell,

Bloody walls surround him,
Blank bullets in fake guns,
Beaten head to toe,
Belated tear-drops flow,

Duct-tape muffles screams,
Dragged into a room,
Dread enters his dreams,
Death silences the gloom...

-Dedicated To Blake.

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