Enigma in formation, grown from dirt and raised by trees

Discovery brought guilt which brought the child to his knees

An avalanche of blind confusion silences his pleas

Focused hate and loathing, black and blood are all he sees

His veins begin to boil at the thought of life in ease

A beginning and two paths exist, tormenting him in threes

His claustrophobic mind embeds inside a skull of fleas

This life enamors lack of substance to highest degrees

As interactions seem to him erratic as a sneeze

Desultory at best, existing fainter than a breeze

A disillusionment desensitized to all but freeze

A child killed his mind by never granting it reprise

Imagination constructing images that displease

A world of hell, a head of mold, and lungs that only wheeze

A bleeding eye, an open mouth in ascomycetes

A child should never keep within thoughts as real as these

A life alone is worth but under half a life which frees

For freedom lives to outlast all who exist to appease,

A life is meant to be controlled, to take control, and seize

Society controlled him by controlling his disease