Brands

Badly branded, by slippery rabbits, that hopped all through my head.
At least that's how I saw it, as often as poor kids, can sleep without making the bed.
For mine has been awful, a sadly drawn borstal, a warden would lock my door.
To keep me from running, from miserable violence, that beat nasty sounds on my wall.

My heart pounds through seconds, as a psycho's intentions, come looking for boy under bed.
But hidden well has it been, the emotion that I've seen, it's bottled now deep in my head.
I have to escape this, that is mental enslavement, and grow into something not here.
The love deep inside me, although jaded not slightly, has never left the places I tread.

wow mate.thats so very graphic

HUgs

Monsta

Was a descriptive in rhyme of my past.

Have worked through most of it all now.

Thanks for the hugs and (((((HUGS))))) in return