BrAiNdAmAgEd

1#
Down a canal and across a river
is where you'll find me
the shattered remnants of what you left behind
scattered on the floor i red
fore i have no power
all i contain is a unquenchable void
a darkness which looms over this faulty establishment
you aren't returning
why would you? I am damaged goods.
Another forgotten entity in the deplorable world
my weakness and frailty is pathetic
i will escape the perpetual cycle of hate and remorse
i will escape...


#2

In this institution of restitution i will find my execution.
silence surrounds and darkness envelopes my current reality
prying eyes seize my privacy and clasp it inside its palm.
trapped inside these political loopholes i fall apart
No longer a target demographic, but a statistic.
A statistic of another broken joy, no longer the governments willing toy...

BrAiNdAmAgEd

i had a typo...red is rest.