beaten
scorned
dragged
stepped on
is like being burnt from the root
by the glares of this world
do you have no shame?
or don't I?

the constant reminder
to be someone else yet again
have contaminated the chambers
of my mind by those I hold dear...
my soul cries out in agony,
as the fruits of my labor withers
from the drought
of peer pressure

to be forsaken by the emotion
that cause to you lose sight of thy dream,
is like drowning in a lake of brimstone
covered by the soft blanket of smoke
that caressed one's lung effortlessly,
as it disguises itself in pearls
singing the sirens symphony

perfect dark calls me,
my final destination...
where the only peace of mind
derives from the screams of loneliness,
anger and sorrow
that imprisons the
future, purpose, dream, and integrity
of this lonely hermit

sadly I bear no hate or regret
the hero in me still lives
selfishly being selfless to the demise of thou emotions
do you have no mercy?
do you have no grace?
is this really the life
of thy pure hearted slave?

~shii-sly fox