It has been a while since I have felt inspired to write. Here goes nothing:

I once lived in a dream but woke up beneath
Pressure on my chest increasing as the soil soaks up my tears
Buried by the hate and cruelness of the world
Forsaken by those meant to protect my existence

As I pull myself from beneath the ruins they have entombed me in
The shadows are the only thing waiting to catch my soul
Our eyes meet,familiar face, the only one that had never renounced me
Mangled, bloody, and broken.. I have learned not to fear her embrace
Instead finding solace amongst her presence.

I passed long before
Fallen into the purgatory of my own mind.
Survival by enshrouding the past from the light.
Pain is always forthcoming 
There are no doubts when it is consistently reinforced.

They’ve carved my fate into my flesh to warn of the broken
Only to have cast their sins upon my being
Their vacillation between bitterness and recriminations.. 
A mark that will bleed only the truth

Though every step brings immense pain and sorrow
I will continue on  to awaken those who’ve fallen victim to your saintly facade
Victims of your toxic incantations and pernicious influences driven by a nefarious prerogative

By. Iko Sada