Lost Childhood

I kept walking

Hearing the lullaby,

And the enchained ghosts whisper

Deep into the graveyard

Of childhoods cadaver.

Innocence entomed,

Playfulness buried,

Smiles choked;

Lay coffins of hurried,

Deceased childhood.

Beneath the shattered earth

Cry the voices

Six feet under;

Frantic to escape

Tortured in plunder.

Friends turned strangers

And myself a cursed ghost;

I witness,as i sit

All alone in the crypt;

And the castles of childhood

Stand crippled.