"Reach Out" by Meghan Wilson

Reach Out

Morbid transactions
Of a tainted youth cry out,
For freedom,
From this place,
Of fear,
Regret, and a long foreseen loss of innocence.

We,
We cry out,
To those who will listen
To our tortured screams,
Pleas of help,
To release the shackles,
On arms and ankles of open skin.

You,
You cry out,
With this army of tainted youth,
In hope one day,
One of us,
Will be denied torture,
Denied the refined
Punishments,
Of a world lost,
In darkness and decay,
A place where life is no longer for the living,
But for the dead.