Damn.
Talk about an 'innocence lost' sort of thing.
Really...well, the word brutal comes to mind. That's all I can really say about this. It's brutal. But good. Very very good.

Nice, very nice...wait, forget that, this is amazing.
The word "wicked" comes to mind when reading this poem, a sense of wicked doings, and wicked actions.
This poem had amazing voice to it, and that is one of the best things I can say about the poem, that I can hear the poet recite it to me.
"Slipped out of hand
Tease defined lie
Father spills sand
Die, Child, die, die"
Loved that part. Gave me weasel bumps.
Mayeb I'm just a dark person? But it's on my favorite story list now.
~Magnus