The reverse

skin on skin,
he breathes in his own sin.
Ontop a man whimpers,
this is his "win".

The boy yelps,
pain has which followed.

while he is spread out,
spead out and hollow.

The boys body burns at the stake
taking the cake,
he's beaten and about to break.

The boys screams grow louder,
yet no one could hear,
as he was taken advantage of,
rights infront of his peers.

The screams were covered
by happier shouts.
coming from downstairs,
people shouted outloud.


The man on top frees him,
under this terrible weight.
The body the boy knew,
was burning at the stake.

The man has finished,
away he flees.
to find yet another,
for him to plant a seed.

A bruised and broken boy,
sprawled out on the floor.
A thought comes to mind,
what was he made for?

Was he made to be abused,
was he made to be broken,
was he made to be used.

Now he has bleed,
His brain hollows,
owed his debt.
Of all the things he could think,
he thought of the vehement regret.

Why did he agree at first.
why did he say yes.

He gave into pressure,
he was the mans puppet.

From down below,
a woman had crept.
She head up the stairs,
now standing to inspect.

The door swept open,
a horrible sight she saw.
A boy bruised and broken,
as if he had been gnawed.

She gasped and turned away from this mess.
They both were only sixteen,
she wouldnt snitch.

The boy cried out for help,
but she pretended she didnt hear.
His knees fell beneath him,
these were his fears.

The door slammed closed,
leaving him all alone,
set in stone,
his fate is now owned.

He stumbled to the bathroom
across the room,
the mirror in front
showed him his tomb.

Black eyes,
bruised hands and neck.
Lip bleeding,
the boy was a wreck.

All alone he fell,
dust to grout.

He followed his fate,
rust to doubt.

His tears fell fine,
reading the room.

He finally fell to the noise,
sealing his tomb.

He fails to the mans perverse,
thoughts he could rehearse.
As he finally had awoken,
awoken in reverse.