trunks1z

Born from sinners Genetics hand made Closely constructed, picked from men in magazinesSorry but I can’t protest When the man deserved his own death No sympathy given to the weakAsking the devil for conversation No former friends to view If only the genes hadn’t mutated I’d be happy with youBut no. X met X Instead of Y Did they ever exist? Had they not even tried? Strangled and structured Forced to agree I grew up bruised and broken. You happy and free Never knowing real hardships Yet still learning to overreact. While I kept to myself It kept me intact.I couldn’t tell you stories Even if you pleaded Suppressing daily memories From decades ...