From the eternal elixir
of innocence.
I played and prayed
as a child.
I only knew the
love, the laughter
and the life of a child.
Then his hand crawled
through the darkness,
ransacking the temple
of my first life’s body;
stealing the eternal
heart of happiness and hope;
leaving me with nothing
but the memory of despair
and an empty shell
of corrupted flesh,
held together and
propped up by the
poles of lonely
and savage bones;
the child in me
forever dead.
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