In the forgotten depths of my childhood
I embrace a lullaby, that is
Echoing in the emptiness
Of what was supposed to be.

I stand tall amongst the shadows
Of false hope and potential,
Yet, I am still the martyr,
Whom walks amongst pawns.

A slave to the system, that is followed by
Pupils and deciphers.
Ignored by patriarchs,
And scathed by revolutionary socialists.

Nonsense;
I float amongst feathers,
Divulge beyond deception,
Create a melancholy

Intervention.
Addiction, it breeds
And swallows,
Innocence.

01/10/2007

Posted on 01/10/2007
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