From victim to villain
This trauma
Corrupted soul
Will pass on the pain
That made him cold
Fear the mirror because
It speaks the truth
I see a coward in the
Day he's getting better
At seeing colours
In the grey
Like he matters
So much venom
So little time
I'm losing patience
With existence like
Poems losing rhyme
We watched the fall
Of a boy into a man
To witness the fall
Of what he holds dear
From victim to villain
This trauma
Corrupted soul
Will pass on the pain
That made him cold
Fear the mirror
Because it
Speaks the truth
It takes sharper knives
Can you feel it swoon?
I see a coward in the
Day he's getting better
At seeing colours
In the grey
Like he matters
Or is it symptoms
Of the cure?
That his heart isn't
As pure as his blood
They told me stories
Of a man that
Lost his faith
There's nothing left
For them to take