i see them walk by, no one ever sees me in their eyes
i am the guy that will die forgotten
a sudden and tragic theme to my tale, yells in my heart to make a mark.
people say they know pain, that have never earned or gained it.
some may even yearn for it, but what of spiritual and emotional pain.
it is insane of all this pain i feel, no one will comfort me here or near.
death beats it wings or stumps it feet, i was once a meek lil newborn.
cast aside and scorned by my own mother, never again will i meet another.
attempted death in a womb of dispair now i know the world is theirs.
beaten and tortured yet my soul moved onwards, just a little child.
begotten and forgotten made a bastard by his master.
born out of the sacred locks of matromony here i am to give my testimony.
mother and father what are they, were are they... i continue to scream no will help me they just leave me.
cleaving flesh from my bones would make me cold as stone.
who will bury my bones.
my own mother kills me and leaves me
somthing and inside me keeps me going
is it the one they call god, or is it just another facade in the life that is full of strive.
ressurected and made whole again, i continue on down the roads of life.
friends come and say goodbye in the blink of an eye. i wish they would all die
were is god at this time, man hath failed me.
now i sit in wait for my chance to be remembered
they will be numbered all those who slumbered
of the beatened and tormented little child
but today the child became a man, now he is ready to make his stand
above all the bland and give one his hand.
i am izinagi54 ... this is not just a poem but my life which is nothin but darkness. i wish not for those to be bold and go through were i and my demons go.............. if you want to know more come find me. some things go right though.... but...... what good is a temparaery peace
i am the guy that will die forgotten
a sudden and tragic theme to my tale, yells in my heart to make a mark.
people say they know pain, that have never earned or gained it.
some may even yearn for it, but what of spiritual and emotional pain.
it is insane of all this pain i feel, no one will comfort me here or near.
death beats it wings or stumps it feet, i was once a meek lil newborn.
cast aside and scorned by my own mother, never again will i meet another.
attempted death in a womb of dispair now i know the world is theirs.
beaten and tortured yet my soul moved onwards, just a little child.
begotten and forgotten made a bastard by his master.
born out of the sacred locks of matromony here i am to give my testimony.
mother and father what are they, were are they... i continue to scream no will help me they just leave me.
cleaving flesh from my bones would make me cold as stone.
who will bury my bones.
my own mother kills me and leaves me
somthing and inside me keeps me going
is it the one they call god, or is it just another facade in the life that is full of strive.
ressurected and made whole again, i continue on down the roads of life.
friends come and say goodbye in the blink of an eye. i wish they would all die
were is god at this time, man hath failed me.
now i sit in wait for my chance to be remembered
they will be numbered all those who slumbered
of the beatened and tormented little child
but today the child became a man, now he is ready to make his stand
above all the bland and give one his hand.
i am izinagi54 ... this is not just a poem but my life which is nothin but darkness. i wish not for those to be bold and go through were i and my demons go.............. if you want to know more come find me. some things go right though.... but...... what good is a temparaery peace
only read if you have a strong heart of stone
