In a moment that felt like days.
In a blacken of state of mental haze.
In the brake of the vent of his silence.
Met by the craze of his violence.
Like a switch that went off in his brain.
In a moment of hateful distain.
A display of his anger released.
Broken he laid as he bleeds.
Empty of feeling eyes absent of fear.
A temporary brake of reality stare.
A child of miseries pain.
Brought to the brink of insane.
A victim no more to abuse.
This rage that your sickness produced.
Behind mortor the brick and the steel.
They say it's to save him and heal.
A child's mind becomes much like who
shapes it.
The dysfunction that molds and creates it. They have made him what he is now they hate him.....
©abiosis
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