From the floods of bedwetting
Your monster reared its ugly heads
From the dark inner caves of anger
Scars were birthed to my Beautiful
The decapitation of my body
Indeed, a canvass was my body
Marks, Bruises, Scars – home to my body
The swings of the belts
The hard strokes of horsewhips
The energy exerted with wires
The awakening from the unconscious to the conscious
A recreation of my being.
Your assaults were meant to give my life headlights?
Guy, all they gave me were brake-lights
A hiatus in living, a mere existence
Stuck in a fix of a mix of six
Physically fine, mentally sick
Dude, you fucked me repeatedly to bleak
You were indeed a chip off the old block.
Twenty five plus years
Thousand plus tears
Can I ever heal?
Will I ever be sane?
Is my healing bound to Time’s plane?
This madness is the pain
The bane of my inadequacies.
Hey, this Apple fell extremely far from your tree
The felling of the old tree
The planting of the new tree
This is the fourth mainland
It’s a whole new bridge to the main land.
For #IamComing – to the promised land.
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