Mourning forgotten Morals

Aborted my goals and courted my demons,
And shortened my soul so morbid momma mourning my morals i have a shortage of..

I forfeit the portrait of perfect love,
Introvert inverted in deserting trust,
Its hurts to hug..

Cause perverted versions of males
In your early young Years bearded presorted fun,
Unsupported just horrid slums,
Mind grown torpid a chorus sung,
Bright lights but wit eyes lids shut,
This honey up my forearm strong..

Plunged plummeting in horse shit
Affording none,
But nothing to lose retardard, regarded as thwarted,
I'm surely numb..

With minacious thoughts caught on a basis,
an audacious brainshift,
In way I take risk,
My purpose gone,
So I load this working gun..