Sup, thought I would give ya something a taste of my usual ish, jus drop your comments and critique, make sure something is dropped...

Shrouded in the Corner Crumbled by Darkness,
Born to Misery,
He Spawned from A Past and Wished it would've Lasted,
Started in Days of Youth and Left him Bruised,
Physically Marked and Tarnished...
He knew Fists didnt give Answers but Damage,
He was Troubled,
Grasping to Breathe and Asthmatic,
Masked in Anger, the Matrimony he met for Marriage,
Beaten and Punched Every Shot Thrown was Landed,
His Structure Brittle, His Body Couldn't Stand It,
All by his Peers, Abused, Through and Through,
Until One Day he Vanished...
Alone Left In A Panic,
His Days Cold and Frozen with Split Wars against Emotion,
Thoughts When Lifes Been Taught,
Like A Book Thats Been Opened,
All Crafted and Written but Never to be Spoken...
A Victim left with Broken Dreams and he Still Knows Hope is Losing,
Coping with this Renegade by Untying his Tears like Shoe Strings,
Tired of Sorrow, Viewing Tomorrows Blue Prints,
He Knows He'd Never Refuse it,
Screaming to Heaven the Words of the Wounded...

It was Free'd off at the time, jus drop your comments...

Peez...