His body has clashed for years
With the never-ending timeline
Of an era of personal detest
That weakens his every step.
Back-broken and bed ridden,
He vomits the beast severely.
Like God kills children
He despises what he has created.
He can't let his heart speak
For fear of misinterpretation.
So he lets his mind tell fables
Of stories he's never heard before.
His angel fell from heaven.
She clipped her wings to meet him.
He ignored her fading smile
And stole her broken halo.
Shamed among the shameful
He crawls to hell to see the view.
The lost look at him with keen eyes
As he paints 1000 mirror images.
Of the selves he was before.
He was damned before birth
For trying to live in-between
The realm of then and now.