Incarnate 365

Imrisoned on this dying shell
Escape is inevitable
Light burns bright
Beneathh these eyes
More than mere flesh lies salvageable
Imaginations indefinite neglect
Worst type of crime of all
Child’s mind, all th time
Before you become evil
Thrown away tomorrow’s
Scraddered along the sides of the road
The nights lied awake plotting
The demis of a love
You will never know