Torment

Amidst a tide
of soulless abominations
The child dreams of hope.
Inside the chasm of despair
He finds his own soul.
A fleeting memory
of a past life
Has hidden itself within.
When the fires erupt
The tortured one lives again.
For the time of doubt
has arrived,
And the secrets of life are unknown.
A glimpse inside
reveals his pain;
His future is reborn.
Dissected members lay about
The blood from the womb.
Screeching cries
fill the night,
An infant is gone.
A stillborn soul within the child
Has no hope of love
To care,
would be unknown
To love,
would be his death.
The presence has called again
And the babe responds.
Forever his tormentor
Life has offered its hold.