i wrote this poem about a friend that was molested for several years as a fukin baby!! mcl
The Bastard
Frightened Child,
wondering when he'll return,
that lecherous smile
that terrifies Her so.
Like a Vampire
he sups on Her innocence,
an endless craving
for Hopes and Dreams,
slowly draining Her
Childhood Happiness,
leaving a broken, cynical soul
afraid to Trust,
afraid to Love,
afraid to be Loved,
afraid to be Herself.
God ! Kill the fucking bastard !
written by slingbob777
