we are the children of darkness and monsters;
hiding from the light in the shadows of imposters.
so hollow and empty are daddy’s eyes
and his pain is rotting from the inside
and he never cries.
we are the babies of the masks and veils,
shame fuels his engine and ego fills his sails
so grand and golden are his stories
seeking admirers and handpicking his jury
thirsty for glory.
we are the young of bullies and brutes
they are charming lies dressed up in suits
so hungry for thrills to remind him he’s alive
he feasts on facade and is full up on pride
in plain sight he hides
we are the children of cowards in crowns;
satisfied only when we all bow down
so vain mummy would drown in her own reflection
I need her to love me so I give her perfection
I beg, no rejection.
we are the children of priests who are sinners
and the losers who desperately want to be winners
so broken she breaks all the glass in my bones
and starves me of knowing the things that I know
choking on stones
we are the ones born from monsters in the dark
but ours are some of the most beautiful hearts