[earlessdog]

His past attacked
Like a vulture to carcus
The pain drains through eyes of red
For a child and her mother
Aren't watching,
But attacking
A blurry silhouette
Is enough to open the door
Of a tragic past
"mommy, mommy, I see a dead man!"
But he is no dead man
He is very much alive
In a corner
In his own world
Of tragedy and sorrow

[Cruelty*free]

This is deep! Continue to blow my mind D.