to sen, my cute lil alien
they don't define her
she is an individual
with a free mind and heaven's thoughts
but they feed her with force
she is bent to their will
and even when her back is broken
her tears are crimson blood
they don't stop, vicious
their fangs are ready for the bite
claws digging at her chest
they need to stop
wait, they need help
the paranoia in their veins
is slowly seeping into her bones
don't corrupt her innocent soul
she can't fight back
she needs a place to stay
till she can finally run away
and its not her time yet
at least she can try and wait
hoping she doesn't end up like them
a
m o n s t e r.
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Broken Walls
Poetryi am a city of b r o k e n w a l l s; and t h e y are tearing me apart. text copyright © aakhir [i do not own any media, including the images in the covers]
