blood spills over the edge of my life
my memories hounded by the dark crimson
of your soul, tempting me, polluting
my innocence with your harsh words,
and corrupt thoughts.
i feel dirty, betrayed.
your tangled web of lies
haunts me still.
the beast inside will be out soon,
in 2 months, 19 days, and hours not yet accounted for.
your heredity has wounded it
it too will be dark, and dirty
an injury no nurturing can mend.
the child is condemned to darkness.