Child of Night

there is nothing to say
to a child born of nightmares
who lives in one still

love and joy
are just imaginary concepts
or pathetic, venomous lies

pain is the only truth
and it eats and tears at anything
that is remotely near

a heart that’s been buried
stays dead in the cold frozen ground

layers of dirt and decay
years of torment and suffering
can not be cleansed...

Fate does not wash away

some are born to this endless cruel plight
nothing can change that
and death...
if indeed is an end
is seen as a release
a comfort
and their only source of light