Born in a blender
Exposed to the contemptuous eyes
Of our lord
Solid structures of the brain
Perpetually turning into sand
Nobody wants your smile
In need of a distraction
Death is the only way to love
And the reaper is seldom found
Hatred is beared by all
And pain is the only healer
Kick the kid
Right in the head
Then search for a bandaid
It's not much
But it's something