Lifeless children
their futures stolen before they began.
Cracked
beaten
whipped.
Burnt.
Soundless screams cry against the pain.
Not the pain of death
but the pain of losing life.
Eaten and enjoyed.
(I'm weird)
Whiney poems inspired by teenage angst.
weird, indeed<3....but i never thought of eggs that way before..:S
ReplyDeletethat made me sad.
ReplyDeleteextremely so