THIS IS YOU!

[lydiaveldt]

You come in forms of vivid kind
With smile of nicety & joy
Cantering up and after the one
Inviting him to hold your hand
Drawn like foul bug to amber light
You vile desgusting pigs & leeches

Proping up the boy to his great hope
never once allowing doubt of truth
Survival is something cherished
Thus granted and given with price
Asking him only to give help
Sucking very life from every vain
Whilst leaving only death & decay

Eyes begin to open to the new light
searching for a different parabala
Longing toward a freedom, belongning
Never asking only wanting of help
Till wretched filth spit on him
Dead bodies strewn your ground

Subdued to the fate that seems pure
aiding in every way that soul allow
Songs born to lift up all and one
dropping none along the way to haven
Betrayel bequethed upon the boy
bloody forgotten pains sliced anew

Healing hands come somewhere without
willinginly becoming a pillar to hold
warmth flows outward directionless
parting the fog carried ill too long
Only to be stabbed with your gruesome blades
defiled with every slanderous lie
AND LASTLY BETRAYED UNTO EVERY DEATH.