Pisaries Creator

from the first cry when it was born
this was not like him to be so torn
that was not enough to escape
hands of this dreadful shape
emotions come out at night
what a dreadful slight
it could not understand what was inside
or see the deadly rot as his guide
no one could not have done anything more
to get what we desired as we fell down at the door
no one was there to build us up
why would he ever offer us a full cup
the destruction had been done
the only option should have been to run
as the nighttime arrived and we were still alive
the room had sucked us so deprived
nothing could calm the fears
and together we held back our tears
from high above waves of emptiness and below mistrust
we remained afraid and crushed
the reserve was nearly empty
and twenty years from now the meaning would be plenty