An Innocent But Vile Child

The hatred an innocent child; whose been trapped within the jaws of hell for far too long.

You ever feel that moment

Where there's no one left in  your

Life to help you on your feet? 

 

The world can be as cold and as heartless

As it pleases as long they're still alive;

Considering the results of animosity.

 

Careless and endless thoughts of hatred

Is a sign of a disease and where you end 

At by the time the world has reached its' limits.

 

Do you have no shame or blame of 

What you've done to me  when  you came

Into my life and tried to eradicate it?

 

My hands can never play with clay 

Without a speck of blood vomiting out 

of the palms that are attached to my wrists.

 

I walk out in the middle of the world with

The angels crying over me, praying to their Mother to

Give me the life that I never had.

 

I cry along with them because they know the 

Anger and how freezing the world is; despite

All the effort I put into the lightness, nothing comes. 

 

I can't denied my sins for all that I've done whenever

I've replied to the Devil's commands, but he would have 

want me to show the world how cold I can be, all

Thanks to his training and advice about how 

To hate, disrespect and misunderstand the world. 

 

My mother has turned her back on me, 

Resenting me for being born when she

Knows that she's a w***e who should have kept

Her legs closed. 

 

Grandpa would have the maturity to raise a child that

His daughter have brought into this world many years

Prior. 

 

I glance up at the dark, black sky, blaming

Myself for existing and have always attempted

Self-murder, but our Mother oppose my decision and 

Couldn't help but welcome me with the arms that I deserve

To be in.

 

The clouds continues drooling tears onto 

My face as I weep dramatically, asking for anyone

To help me, understand me, love me, and cherish me.

 

I want to understand that world just like you

all, but  you're not giving me a chance to

 Express, experience, and expect to know what 

The world is like.

 

How am I suppose to do that when there's no elders around

Besides Grandpa; especially when the woman who brought

Me into this world should be the one responsible for this?

 

I've already failed to accept for my sins 

and payed the ultimate price for it, let alone

cover my heart with venomous dark serpents 

That enjoys the flesh of my insides and how 

I could vomit the blood and spit from within me.

 

This world is so cold, that I could just make it freeze

Time with the darkness and share my hatred with the world,

Like it has shared its' animosity with me.