Portions of my life have been filled with torture.
I’ve never let that determine the amount of happiness
I could feel. That has always been up to me, even in the
darkest of times. Even when my happiness was the source
of desire to be owned; as a human filled with evil stirs
their mental pot trying in every way to destroy this light,
knowing the child will eventually surpass anything
they ever were, or tried to be, and the mornings filled with
sunshine escapes their greed; waiting is the damp dark empty
coffin which they constantly watch in their mind’s eye,
just for them, every very single day.
I apologize for the darkness. It’s connected to the phone call. It’s gotta come on our somehow.