Born into a loving world
Absorbing quick the blissful whirls
Before recognition, all his perceptions
Instill his mind with lovely inceptions.
Yet this embrace was not long-lasting,
As their clairvoyance would pre-tell.
A hard time was to be avoided
By casting out unwanted spells.
This tragedy of affection is
Fixed by mindless misdirection
The life he lived had been forsaken
For one was given,
Yet one was taken.
Hate knows no bounds for mortal sinners.
What he wants remains unknown as
Morals strewn like cloths unsewn
Teachers weary of thoughts so dreary
A father known for martyrs faken'
Brings a time when seeds would nourish
Unknown to them, they root and flourish.
Torn away from his true family,
Who knows what he could have been.
Inceptions known have now been skewen
Infections deep - control all known.
He danced across the moonlit night
in the shadow of this blessed world.
A trance bestowed by past unknown,
This tragedy soon will be unfurled.
Infectious devils abort his thought,
A possession forever to be forgot,
Ignorance in his veins run deep,
On souls of virtue his hands do creep.
They suck morality as leeches do
Infect their host, inflict their souls
suckle pain and convert to pleasure
would he take it back?
Never, Never.
Now all that's left is what he is
some tragic soul of twisted bliss
another world has been sucked dry
Love now some distant lullaby...
This is a poem I wrote... inspired by actual events.
Full Version: Twisting Her Softly...
Nice I liked it
That's great, Stix . . . 
you are a good poet i must admit
Thanks alot yall... I find true inspiration can come but once a week... but true tradgedy takes entire lives.
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