A Third’s Spite
A hole in my hand, a spite’s decree.
Forsaken, God has left me.
The dark shadows loom under my eye.
My head, it aches for my brain is fried.
A piercing in my side
is just a reminder that it’s a ride.
Bloodshot eyes caught a glimpse
of a life and love to reminisce.
Now, the darkness enters my clear view.
Surrounds and encompasses the world’s hue.
Horrors and crying, a world of torture.
A world away. My childhood’s departure.
Comprehension and contempt enters my soul.
For I was taken, a bitch, shoved into a hole.
Mind’s torture is my own humiliation.
One of self-important imitation.
The hate and greed corrupts my brain
One that I attempt to refrain,
but I’m human and I’m prone to fail.
I am human now. Hammer that nail.