Innocence
Innocent, at the age of three
When Father first imprisoned me
I am special, born with a gift
Any object, my mind could lift
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I could force some to obey my commands
Like puppets moved by invisible strands
Any mind, I could read or speak
My mind: powerful. My body: weak
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Though I am gifted, I say am cursed
Father promised the best, but gave the worst
All questions answered, all tests passed
I do not want this life to last
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I made the white monsters hallucinate
I no longer wish to participate
Now is the time that I instigate
Now is the time – I retaliate
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Now I lay in a synaptic bath
I sense the white monsters do their math
Asleep, they force me to give birth to two, a child
I awaken in the midst, my emotions wild
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My babies whom I never got to see
Perhaps the only things that bring me glee
Two lives stripped away from me
Like mine at the age of three
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My life, I wish I had no memory
Being drowned in darkness and misery
Now, I can only speak through telepathy
To my babies who don't know their mother: Me
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I promise, if I am ever released
I will kill Father: the liar, the beast
They betrayed my innocents, I don't know why
They all deserve death…They all deserve to die…
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