Us all find it
Gone one day when
Sun shines no matter
Yet darkest days could be the brightest
Seven year old boy in the backseat to nowhere
Find a brother crying
Should be older
Looks like he did when
Lost it on some
Found himself being
Man took over
Put parents at ease
Stayed the night as if
Lost it then
Forever a mirror left in shards
Found him to be
Not what I always thought
Mother not the same
World inverted twisted and exposed
Deviated the palm lines
All was nothing before
He was
Then became
Inside it grips
Soul tortured by desire he can’t
Just a thin boy
Just the lost boy
Just so
And now


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