Silent words upon my face reminisce of tears which you could trace, thousands of letters of some former grace,

Empty lots of where once was my place, place the shadows of images of laughter behind the mask smile has shattered,

Path of memories of yelling and screams, fists thrown upon the window seal, balled body in fetus position, daze in the clouds to heal,

Heal from the beatings upon yourself, Ha that self-love no longer exists, blinded by the lies and deception of his widow’s peak, ears plastered to the window seal of what he speaks,

Run, jump, cook, clean at a given beat, stand fast my servant you cannot leave,

Crunched in the corner of hallow closet just a peak of light of words you grave to speak, to see a scared impression upon the face of your possessor