You know we passed that

Place of no return where

Social and family boarders

Do blur in a warped sense

Of reality where hormones

Do rage and set a stage

Whereby all is destruction to

See for an audience too don’t

Stand a chance to consider their

Glance for just a while for

Their interest is truly a stage

To the vibrations of the young

As they feel the expanse of what

Lies within consumed with guilt

About feeling they label this

As sin and act the life and love

The living of the dead