Others' lies give new choices

Little child in the crying bed

Lays untouched in debt

Love an idea that haunts

Disturbing as the half open door

Take my hand and let thee fall

Roaring in tremendous gore

I am small and afraid

So hideous it pains of love

So difficult to believe

So difficult to know

So difficult to love

Oneself thrown out of the door

In scratched hearts of evil

Royalty, superiority, and control

Confusion looms the old fool

Hanging ungraciously

Aware of new found loneliness

Maturity makes it hurt more than curiosity

If only I'd be dead and different

Possibilities pile on

As new plots hatch

Redemption and old dreams recreated.