Member Poem

we are yet children
"those children"
trapped in "that" moment
like animals in a cage
we are gravely wounded
our minds driven to madness by the pain
the scent of emotional blood fills the air
our soul-noses inhale the aroma
we become feral
our rationale painted crimson by loss
we attack each other as enemies
inflicting greater injury, drawing more blood
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years have passed in this cage
it is a place we've never left though we have departed
we still suffer the wound, the same pain
we still rage the same rage
and we still attack each other as enemies
passive, silent but still as brutal
forever trapped in "that" moment
forever feral, forever bloodthirsty