❝ oh my god , what the fuck happened to you ? ❞
you both carry the brute of your demons , a heavy weight that indefinitely binds you by rusted chains . ( you will never be more than what they made you . ) a boy filthy , cruel & an unforgiving swing like a deathly , hot steel . they make an example out of you . A : all the bowers boys are beastly , twisted & misshapen cowards that feed off the heat like leeches . B : sins spewed from the devil , not enough to dare love . C : tenderness is foreign , a faded concept beaten by the fists of a father . what dwells in the core of a rotten fruit , far from ripe & repair .
you can never be something better . a stain in your mouth crimson , the hues of all dirty , unholy truths . tug , snap ! a rubber band biting against your lies . you don’t beat on children , but hide behind layers of paper masks . A PROPHECY : you will die afraid . you live like a trembling leaf awaiting a father’s drunken rage . but bleeding is not an ancient concept , it is an itch that calls to you in whispers through trees . the only way to feel ; to feel something different.
a sensation akin to throbbing pierces through an empty casket of a being . one day this carelessness will feast on your flesh . what to say to a boy who echoes his mother ? who shares the harsh edged of his father ? who feels a hollow disconnection like his brother ? ❝ i fell . ❞ i fell somewhere deep , somewhere where i see nothing but a pitch blackness . a somewhere where it almost reminds me of home .
