One Place

He was once a Prince
Now the drugs aged him to fast
I miss the child’s smile
It doesnt feel like there is a way back
I miss the boy i used to see
I don’t ever get to see him anymore

What for, some people ask?
Because he was the brightest spot in a swamp
Its the deepest shame

The regret of the parents abuse
The misuse of authority, designed to help
But it simply was used as an outlet 

Born and Raised in peril
The skin feels pasty and sickly That boy went from glee on Christmas to a parasite

Screaming for more, a child addict
Taking different blows daily
Each day became a party of different lows
And in the eyes of trauma he was John doe, and the days and the rivers moved so slow

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