StygianRecluse

I feel like a child. Impulses controlling and running wild I feel hurt Self esteem face down in the dirt. I feel helpless And all seems lifeless I feel abandoned For my actions need to be condoned. I feel stabbed After our latest confab, You left me dragged. Beaten, torn, angered The return of pain remembered Memories long gone returning My detriment kicking Dust that for a long time lay at rest While others, cherished and loathed, fest For I will surely be enjoying My infinite sleep, decomposing.