"My name is Abraham. I am 18, I enjoy silence and looking at peoples eyes.
I feel closer or actually understanding of em when i do"
We don't talk much,
Old friends because now our situation doesn't feel right,
I am to seek you when my soul, mind and heart fail me,
But would I still have a place in your hands,
Would my cries ring for you in times of trouble,
My tongue and behaviour are alienated to your children,
But I am your child,
So why can't I feel you?
This absence could drive man insane to the demons we all have.
I am dancing in the palms of mine,
Being mentally battered, bruised, belittled through addiction and ignorance.
How ungrateful of I to question you,
When you made nothing something and this something treated you like nothing,
The lord is my light and my salvation of whom shall i fear,
I am sorry,
To you for not being good enough,
Not loving these people the way i should,
But, but these excuses always sounded like a reason,
Reason without question shouldn't exist,
I want to be a better son,
But please show me your presence
- Jester Black
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