Pierced
How can I talk of pain so great
of violations of my very soul.
Insanity seems to be creeping in.
My life seems to be losing control.
Everything I have ever thought to believe
is stripping itself out of my brain.
The very thoughts and truths I conceive
have washed away with the rain.
So here I sit lost and broken
the pen in my hand I weep,
for a childhood of words never spoken,
my youth it seems the grim one has reaped.
My fear still remains shimmering and unfolding,
before eyes that seem to scream.
Of times I should have tried unfolding
the lies I was taught like a dream.
