The child with in

For all who grew up to fast.

The child with in
As we stand at the edge of reality
Looking on to nothing that has come
Everything that has passed
Where to go
As we look on
Wondering
Hoping
Praying
Never really knowing what a child was
We grew up to fast
We have come to far
Those that have craved for life
They have survived at all cost
Screaming with vengeance
That the day is to be theirs
Crying in the shadows
Knowing that they lost that day
Hiding in the shadows
Screaming
Begging
Knowing that time will come
That the inner sanctum of their mind
Is cluttered
Revised
Exposed
Destroyed
Like raw nerves
On the chopping block of life
Connected
Destroyed
Reassembled
With time
As they look for what is around them
Pray for the day
That they themselves
Can be a child

Aingealicia