Chromosome Time Bomb

No Land,

Man on fire, I'll aid with the pyre, Built from his own bones, Scorched off ligaments stolen while he laid his head down, Beside a plague entitled carnal lust, Avidity on demand behind his every day eyes, Child of mine or the demon's own, It doesn't matter, His fleshless skin dry heaves for acceptance, Thrust of destruction, Innocence lost too young to the inappropriate values of the Devil.

Chromosome time bomb,Man who penetrates his daughter,Blacked out strike after punch drunk,Violent rape wasted inner peace,A morbid trial...! Gray twilight after a poetic mushroom cloud of verbiage explaining the decay of sexuality as the sky falls, Down the thighs of a bird at dusk, Eyes heat seek a moment of recluse to pillage her in most being, A drunken dialogue with day dream'n at the pub,

Illogical principles thrown down the stairs, Out the window the daughter flees, Victim of a sexual crime in the dry darkness under invisible sheets, Nothing to hide the intoxicating shame that lies inside after the perpetrator of rape has finished his breach, Malefaction of a disgusting nature, Innocent child's womb stolen by blood after she tested positive for a beating...

Visual image hidden damage at a blame without cost generation, Where men lay hands on their daughters, Takes the stand against his own flesh and blood, Alter netting a story of accusation of flesh against flesh her, Exposing a lie against the truth that inside dwells a chromosome time bomb whose birth will wipe away the hate, An arrival of perfectly defect free eyes staring back at her, A mirror image in retrospect, Amidst the tears she promises the same wounds won't ever happen to her new born daughter.

Prison arrival for vengeance, He raped without penalty of time spent behind bars while he cost reeled her life before the judge until all was reamed out and silent, Before the flashing lights of a living room lit by a tube she became the embodiment of domestic violence, Crimson spattered as steel married flesh, Lost control as the knife impregnated flesh, Mercy is for the free not for fugitives living in the home of a rapist for a blood line would be father.

Silent chalk outline the police pass her by, Not a single question nor the cold of cuffs, She stands amidst the vermilion scene at peace... This is the story of a wound so deep, may no one ever live through nor discover such a travesty in their own lives from long lost memories, trapped...

In earnest anticipation of,
Juton