Awoke from slumber by a hurtful curse
Tears and wailing
burn my eyes, my throat
The one I honor
For better, for worse
"You bastard !!"
The curse, the verse
To build a moat
my journey begins
to drown and protect
from not my sins
a wall too thick
and much too tall
to hide what is
and what lies within
content to chaos
My transplanted home
I wake screaming
outside naked
those around me
cant see my strife
my moat, my wall
I built them right
a new companion
for whom i love
a venture gained
by meens not known
regecting the figure
I'm meant to adore
all I can portray
is my will to abore
beloved elders
a visit cherished
something normal
that has parished
a holler from above
put down the knife
welcome back
my comunity of strife
a mothers cry
for God to help
awakes me again
a frightful night
from top of stairs
i peer under a chair
to see hands
upon back of head
the hands bury
the head in lap
the cries of help
smothered choked
to know this evil
was known outright
by the resident
behind walls and moat
years pass the man takes ill
a cancer of throat
a bitter pill
the taste of bitter
was sweet to me
an end too fitting
I was happy to see
hospital bound
the monster lyies
the room vacated
except for me
he cant talk
too drugged to write
I smile upon him
serves you right
he ate through tube
no voice to hear
one night he dies
liquid filled lungs
i wanted to see
his body laid out
one last smile
aint no doubt
another brick
another gallon
thicker and deeper
my creation grows
by now ive learnt
to quench my hate
a chance to love
before its too late?