Happy Days Agony Becomes Unforgettable Seering Emptiness
The broken home on this street Haunts me, It always hurts to see, For this is where I began to bleed,
Never did I understand why it happens, The Horrid nights, The infinite cries, With no end in sight, The heavy touch, The rose stained floors,
Never have I felt, Such emotional pain, That brought along physical torture, Asking myself why, Without Reason, Without feeling,
A foul scent, That permeates the air, Revisiting a familiar scene, To shame a life, Removing their only seed, Never been fed, Disposed by loved ones, Left for dead...
Time and life may continue, But I will always remember... For this round scar, Still burns...