The childhood that hides from the now depraved and haunted adult mind within,
Alcohol riddled and hate fueled, the ego that has sprung from years of nurturing battles with the insecurity that overwhelms it,
Think nothing of the innocence long forgoten as it is but a dream,
A bed time story fed to you as a child,
The bed time story you now read to your children,
But as your tounge lingers on the lessons being taught you know deep down that the lies of happiness and love, Although beautifull and pure, Only leave our children un prepared for the darkness that slowly drenches the world.
Think………. Let your childhood come out and play.
Writen after visiting a friend and their child. After a week of work under the thumb of a money hungry corporation and a weekend social awkwardness I Remembered how great the years of inocents were and how easily forgoten they are in the world in which I live.