DEMONOLOGY

I feel like a dog
Locked in a cage,
Prodded with sticks
Laying stricken again.
Left alone
Never touched,
Never chosen.
Left behind again.
Broken home
Gone from worse...
To bad.
Rotten and falling away.
Never comforted
By what others say
Always the same undertone
Layers of lies with
Droplets of soul,
Running away,
Lost forever.
A river,
A torrent
Dammed up too long.
Floods desecrate the land,
The pink flesh toughens
Scarred forever and
Protected with layers.