Who am I to judge with those whom love flourishes

knowing that I myself will not know the true bite of feelings that I have not yet experienced

for whom can love if not the world but shunned am I from all existence the degradation and poison sustained within these veins the sorry I feel for my children the laboring pain they cause me and the generations following when I cry rains do fall and when I sob thunder bellows out and from the bellowing thunder comes to the scorn of a parent lightning ionizing the poison eradicating it from the system only to be replaced by poison once more now I slumber waiting for the day when I'm truly healthy again and then my children will be free

Lucifer Dark

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