Cardio Crimp
So much love inside the house,His silver spoon would shineHis room was filled with all the best,Of things that you could buy. And in the day, he wandered a desert,Of windows, rooms and doors,As the sun would set he’d find the walls,Where silence was his dome. The screams outside and the ones within,Would slowly eat away,Like locust on an open field,On a ripe and pleasant day But when the lords would grace his sight,They’d show benevolence,And shower him with myriad gifts,To substitute competence. His eras passed, he saw right through,Their futile compromise,To hold his shell so that it acts,As a curtain to his eyes. But he was crumpled and far too close,To tatters in his soul,And through the years, they only could see,Flashes of the hole. For twenty years they saw his rage,For twenty years they held him down,But never once did someone ask,“Why do you always frown?” He never wanted the facade,They never knew he knew.While they sought to save his heart,He only sought the truth. But now it mattered not him,For them it was too late,The love that hid behind the lies,Had cultivated hate. The spirits on his shoulders stood,As their bodies turned to dust,The bones withered of a paper heart,That had long ago been crushed.