Damned Children

Damned Children

I am a child, abandoned by my holy mother, though holy she is not.
I am a child, forced into adulthood by the hands of the cowardly lot.

I am a child, inverted and inverted again into a life of a sodomite.
I am a child, traipsing down the streets of Gomorrah, only to be murdered by a temple knight.

I am a child who purges my body of invisible sins; relishing pain.
I am a child, weeping in purgatory, knowing my sorrows will never be slain.

I am a child, silent to the ears, invisible to the eyes, cold to the touch.
I am a child who walks among the dead, not saying, not asking, not begging much.

I am a child who "loved not wisely but too well," oh how I "loved not wisely but too well."
I am a child who dreams of heaven, oh heaven, but caress hell, oh hell.

I am a child who yearns to fit into this world among the saints and the saintly.
I am a child who wants to be heard, screaming "I'm Here!" yet I still speak so faintly.

I am a child, twisted like the devil, bent on bending the world into his own.
I am a child who hears all, sees all yet feel none; for I am alone,

We are the children, punished with sinful pain and punished for painful sin.
We are the children, lost and damned, never to enjoy this limbo of flesh and skin.