Innocence in Guilt
Darkness had always been his home,
Solitary confinement his preferred zone,
In his monogamist idea to remain his own man,
He was hell bound on pursuing the master plan,
Once a dependent of reassuring praise,
As his days grew long his eyes matured with age,
Innocently found comfort in self inflicted pain,
An everlasting glow of a soul to blame,
As a child he was curious and naturally bright,
He found solace in the round ball from morning to night,
The weight of the world became lighter with burden,
The pipedreams of a child died with him by the curtain.
