Incarnate 365

Imprisoned on this dying shell

Escape is inevitable

Light burns bright

Beneath these eyes

More than mere flesh lies salvageable

Imaginations indefinite neglect

Worst type of crime of all

Child's mind, all the time

Before you become your own evil

Thrown away tomorrow's

Scattered along the sides of the road

The nights I lied awake plotting

The demise of a love

You'll never know