

CageThere is a cage made of skin built on the edge of sanity. The cancer will suffocate all. The gas mask covers the infants face Melted to his flesh. The boy weeps as he smells himself burn And mother won't do anything at all.Cage
Screams of agony will escape the child and with it A last glimmer of hope for a future. The hammer in the hands of father will
Break the skull and end it's pain. They will feed upon dreams and oil Soaking into the bloodstream A pain to the chest A halt of the heart The child will keep himself on what remains. All takes place i


For DustinNever again will I hear you laugh. Never will I see your smile. Dear god... what have you done. The child hangs from the rope. Self inflicted. Scratch Marks. Dangled. How did you let him? Why did you let him? Did you even let him? Oh god... bring him back. I can feel him with me... and it hurts. He reads me... Jesus, he can feel me. But I can't feel him. He was a child A child.For Dustin
Only a child. Why?
Trek
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