Ringing

It was a dark scene in my pure head,

Dreams with machetes leaving me for dead.

I lost my sanity along the way,

I had seen my own soul running far away.

My chest broke as everyone else laughed

Time paused, still breaths, it was like a photograph

Memories climbing up my spinal cord

Losing its touch, its color, left to be stored.

I am nothing more but a prisoner

Shackled to this place, I feel like a sinner.

I was just a child who wanted mom’s love

But instead, I was deemed the devil’s dove.

But please don’t waste precious pity on me

I’m better off alone.