Ok this piece is inspired through the abused that I live everyday Mentally, The pain I suffered through years in my life....

Please If you want to critique fine by me... But don't use this piece as fuel or to feed from if you battle me...

Not A Man

Looking in a reflection of events to come... I run and run...
Sterring at my father... The thing that I have become...
Stunned I cry, To the point where I grab my gat Wish I died...
Listening to the chamber turn... DEATH... the one thing I yurn...
Wishing I could be the one alone to chrash and burn...
My world begins to turn as I close my eyes...
as the paramedic checks my pulse dropping and not ...rise...
Remebering the words of the ancient and the wise...

Now I see the times they change, Leaving us, it seems so strange
I am hoping I can find, Where to leave my hurt behind
All the shit I seem to take, All alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can, Does this make me not a man?

Slowly I am loosing a grip of reality...
listening to the hypocrites voices who claim to beleive in christianity...
Blasfemy and hypocrecy is the what they represent...
knowing that none of us is truly heaven sent...
Knowing my path, of humanity's true wrath, trying to wash the hurt with just a bath...

Now I see the times they change, Leaving us, it seems so strange
I am hoping I can find, Where to leave my hurt behind
All the shit I seem to take, All alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can, Does this make me not a man?

Now in the operating room, lying on the bed...
Nurse cleaning the broom, with the stains of red...
BOOM!!, realizing I'm not asleep........... but dead...


Now I see the times they change, Leaving us, it seems so strange
I am hoping I can find, Where to leave my hurt behind
All the shit I seem to take, All alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can, Does this make me not a man?