fith

eating, drinking,smoking, sleeping.
repeating cycles evoking weeping,
while something stinking this way creeping
within a boy who's from home lost.

dating - mating - sins escaping:
walking roads to thoughts of raping
precious parts there for the taking.
trying, but any feeling forsaking
leave a boy's heart turned to frost.

and when other's acting gets too thrilling,
begins the darkening and chilling.
filling with thoughts that come unwilling.
thoughts of most the masses killing.
imaging blood that he'd be spilling
fears a boy his battle lost.

no armor gleaming stops pain seering
and no sword beaming stops demons leering
but still seeks finding some spell unbinding
or anything seeming to help mind clearing
but life is teaming with things worth fearing
so with troubles mirroring and nothing curing
all a boy's hopes are helplessly tossed.





its not done, have two more stanzas, but its fucking hard...