Into the fire


7 yo me-02


Throw the babies overboard


There are monsters children

Not in the closet

Nor under the bed

They live in the crumbling hearts

Of empty men

The souless ones

The incomplete

They know nothing of love

All consideration ends

Beyond their own skins

They live to consume

Growing fat

On the miseries of those they


And you, dear children

Are hapless pieces

In a game without rules

Shoved about the board like human shields

And when idiot strategies fail

It is always you who ruined the game.



Words are my own.






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