About that time

All was rotten

Little remained of a time

Where life bloomed inside

A mind - A person

The leftovers was gain through pain

They were insane to the brain

They were nothing but unloving

They were uncaring and accusing

It was toture and horror 

It was tasteless and  mindless

to the person.

Deluding was effortless

Little by little a token

Was taken and forgotten

Thought it was over

But It was colder and older