Stolen

 

 

It all started on the day of September 13th

Where I decided to spread my Wings and thought I'd be free. 

And lust struck my path at the age of one three. Believing that I was star gazing I didn't perceive the tempest ahead. 

Clouded by lies and fantasies it spread like a vital disease. Rotting my brain and common sense.

And I was insane and in vain.

Perfection is in the eyes of the beholder and I beheld nothing. I was in wonderland the intoxicating world my mind created. 

 Death isn't vital, it is dying as we live the sin.  And I died and fell into his hands. I was the puppet and him the puppeteer.  And he guided me into the whirlpool of despair.

 

And as his hand like claws pushed down on my body I yelled NO! But my no was muted by his arrogant desire. 

And as he sanctified and sacrificed my innocence for his pleasure, my essence was stolen. 

And as I rot away I know forever it will stay, things don't go away, they become you.

And I exhale shame and dishonor.

Bow my head at the acknowledgement of my responsibility and close Pandora's box. Making sure that hope does come out.

I am what I chose to become not what happened.

With knowledge in my mind and humbleness in my heart I smile to the world.

In order to get up, one must first fall. And if I fall seven times I will stand up eight.

For I cannot no matter what happens ever be phased.