Breaking Poem by drew floyd

i can barely feel my arms
how do you expect me to feel your palms
your blinded by the wicked sadistic charm
of the sly crooked demon with bulging arms
i laid awake on my nest
on a never ending occurring rest
how much i long for my escape
not far now before i finally break
peers rush to learn whats on my mind
but in the end gets left behind
i see the world threw my own eyes
not by the echo of the media dirty lies
i fear for the looming generation
an atheist asking for salvation