Fire.

Surrounded by the imperfections

Adults acting like adolescents

Modeled behavior

Of parental negligence

Despite the blood loss

No gained intelligence

mindful sins

Committed in actual repetition

Evening comes

But the morning glistens

Of the nights terror

With out mocking birds

All that's left

Is copy cats

Blood sucking bats

And necrophiliacs

Pass the keys to the past

I'm never going back