Ever since I can remember,

I’ve been alone, just a dying ember,

Born into a family I wasn’t supposed to be,

I had a father who took his anger out on me,

With fists of fury I was always beaten full of worry,

As they’d rain down on me like a verse unrehearsed,

In the deafening silence my cries l remained unheard,

My siblings that filled me with hate,

Confused my heart filling my life with rage,

At such a young age I should’ve been cherished,

Yet I lived a life that continued to perish,

I had a sister I called a name that rhymed with witch,

I could curb stomp that snitch and be completely happy about it,

My brother was the devil and much more worse,

He’d pretend to be my friend but he’d drive around in a hearse,

He’d lie and tell stories that killed and shook my worth,

That changed my character and filled my life with unending remorse,

My mother two sided I was left uncentered and completely off course,

Leaving me fractured my life filled with no purpose,

I turned into a criminal and shot BB guns at people just for fun,

A reaction of my life that burning like the sun,

As love spreads around to all but one,

I’d cry myself to sleep only to try,

To wake you anew to a beautiful life,

Yet I tried and tried with all my might,

To heal myself through the darkest of nights,

Instead of getting better it got worse every time that’d I’d try,

To stand on my own two feet and reclaim what was mine,

Yet I failed and failed every thing that I would try,

To get up again and find a way to get past,

The anger and violence that always continues to last,

In the midst of the night and in the middle of the day,

In the heart of my scars and the memories that last,

I dream of a future where my past isn’t filled with broken glass,

Millions of reflections and distortions that no longer matter,

The reflections reflecting faces of laughter,

They lie and snicker in infinite chatter,

Breaking me down like an apocalyptic disaster,

Ripping my heart apart leaving only blood splatter,

My life is like a horror story reading the same chapter,

As my soul vanishes in hell as the shared devour,

Second by second, minute to minute, hour after hour,

They stuck me dry and take away my power,

Binding my thoughts in chains that have become my tower,

Living amongst the dead I’m alive but I’d rather die for,

The wilted petals of a dried up flower,

I thought that maybe someone would help or at least pretend to care,

That’s only empty promises, memories of an unanswered prayer,

If God is real why would he just sit and stare,

But his right hand man is really the devil,

Together they are the result of good and evil,

Yet we’re as dumb as animals and remain unaware,

Playing tug of war with ourselves when we’re not ever there,

When we are alone we need to watch closely and beware,

Throughout our lives they haunt,

They mock, they play, they they deceive and taunt,

Not to talk, or help just pawns in a game,

Clones of clones we should have numbers instead of names,

They got us playing this game, lost souls who can’t remember their name,

Looking for something to call or own before we go insane,

Crucified like John the Baptist on an us upside down cross,

It’s the only blessing I’ve got but most think it’s a curse,

Being completely unlovable, borderline dysfunctional, a sign from the universe?

Into this life I was thrust,

Treated like crap they only portray their disgusts,

As my every decline and I start to rust,

Just a fallen star reduced to dust,

In a broken house, a forgotten soul,

I can’t call it house for its more like a hole,

Where the pieces of me will never be whole,

In a place no one knows I’m destined to be alone,

An insatiable thirst is an unforgiving curse,

Bringing me the my knees releasing the worst,

My life an infected sore gushing with pus,

A million broken parts I’d rather not discuss,

All the pieces of me just parts of shattered trust,

I need to sow them together for its a fight between death and a must,

I call it a house but not a home,

For I’m the phantom in I forever to roam,

These walls that know I’m forever alone,

Trying and crying, unliving and dying, forgotten and disowned,

As I try and put my soul together and harder it to stone,

I feel it getting stronger in every inch of my bones,

The only place that feel mine a home,

Is the bed I sleep in beneath my tombstone,

An epitaph written here lies an unknown,

To remind bystanders to the life I’ve been thrown,

A son of the soil, rotting flesh wrapped tight in tinfoil,

A promise to keep it from beginning to spoil,

A lie like the others in this life of betrayal!!

-TerrySalmon/