Saint
12-30-2017, 06:27 PM
(HF Poetry HOF 2004)
Life Unto Death/Death Unto Life....Dear Mother
Dear Mother:
Life Unto Death....
Wounderin What Is My Place? Crying So Much My Tears Are Stuck To My Face
Mistaked As A Play Toy...She Awaited The Daughter...But Arrived With A Boy
Always Swinging Her Fist...Some Times I Thought If She Wanted Me To Exist
Pain? The Sound Of Cracking....Pleeding For My Mom To Stop With The Smacking
Will I Die? Mother Always Getting Stronger By Hearing The Sound Of Me Cry
She Is To Blame..She Stole My Last Breathe...Reliing No..Just Awaiting For Death
Salution? Slitting Ur Wrist?....Tired Of Life An Being Abused By Your Moms Fist?
Criminal Parents My Mom Was A Con...But Still Unexplained Why I Was Steped On
Standing In My House..Considerd..Treason...Still Getting Beat But Still No Reason
My Heart Like Dieing Cole..Memories Like Bullets But Im Trying To Fill Eatch Hole
Will I See The Light? The Perfect Day For Me Is With Out The Fight
Words Making Your Skin Go Cold..These Punches...Something I Can Not Hold
Something Not Found..Still Needing The Key...One Day..I Just Want It To Be Me
My Mom Just Likes To Abuse...Feel Nothing But Pain when Stepping Into My Shoes
Drug Addiction She Was Addicted To A Pill...Unraleaved Anger Strifing To Kill
Punches Hitting Like Rockets...We Had No Money...Nothing But Empty Pockets
Suffering From Strife...People Say Im Into Deep...But I Say This Is Just My Life
The Day I Will Not Awake...Is The Day I Accept My Self That I Am A Mistake
No Family To Visit...They Did Not Care...Nothing To Spare..Just Me And The Air
Time Passed Faster Then A Yawn...Alone When Born...And Alone When Gone
Author:Sin...
Death Unto Life...
The Bullet Coughs Back Out My Throat And Into The Gun
Hell? Been To One, And My Life Retracts To What My Mother Had Done
The Re-Opening Tomb Cast's Back To My Days In The Womb
These Dialiting Truth's Conquer Thoughts That Forever Stay In Doom
My Middle Age Was Drank Away With Outcast And Rage
Turn Back The Page And I Spent 26 Years In An Imprisoned Cage
That Knocks Me To Adult-Hood, And Being Famous? I Thought I Would
But Nobody Could Stop My Problem, Not Even Psyche Or Rehab Could
I Started As A Teen, Grasping Every Escape That Would Make Me Fien
Dramatizing My Life As Haunting, Just Like I Visualized In My Dreams
Because Before Substance Use, There Was Episodes Of Abuse
"You Will Always Lose!!" She Said, "There Will Be No Fuckin Truce!!!"
Reflections Of Being A Child, I Was Often Punished For Being "Wild"
The Anti-Care Of Parents Whose Kicking And Punching Were Merely Mild
All I Wanted Was Joy, To Sit At Home With Mommy And Play With Toy's
But Just Like When I Was In Diapers, She Would Rather Let Anger Deploy
My Mother Was Like No Other, When She Use To Leave Me In The Gutter
She Wanted A Daughter For My Sister, But Instead She Conceived A Brother
Im Just An Accident, I Was Never Loved, Never Even Fed From The Tit
Used To Being Hit, Thus Why Im Label'd One Of Societie's Misfits
Author:Haste...
Life Unto Death/Death Unto Life....Dear Mother
Dear Mother:
Life Unto Death....
Wounderin What Is My Place? Crying So Much My Tears Are Stuck To My Face
Mistaked As A Play Toy...She Awaited The Daughter...But Arrived With A Boy
Always Swinging Her Fist...Some Times I Thought If She Wanted Me To Exist
Pain? The Sound Of Cracking....Pleeding For My Mom To Stop With The Smacking
Will I Die? Mother Always Getting Stronger By Hearing The Sound Of Me Cry
She Is To Blame..She Stole My Last Breathe...Reliing No..Just Awaiting For Death
Salution? Slitting Ur Wrist?....Tired Of Life An Being Abused By Your Moms Fist?
Criminal Parents My Mom Was A Con...But Still Unexplained Why I Was Steped On
Standing In My House..Considerd..Treason...Still Getting Beat But Still No Reason
My Heart Like Dieing Cole..Memories Like Bullets But Im Trying To Fill Eatch Hole
Will I See The Light? The Perfect Day For Me Is With Out The Fight
Words Making Your Skin Go Cold..These Punches...Something I Can Not Hold
Something Not Found..Still Needing The Key...One Day..I Just Want It To Be Me
My Mom Just Likes To Abuse...Feel Nothing But Pain when Stepping Into My Shoes
Drug Addiction She Was Addicted To A Pill...Unraleaved Anger Strifing To Kill
Punches Hitting Like Rockets...We Had No Money...Nothing But Empty Pockets
Suffering From Strife...People Say Im Into Deep...But I Say This Is Just My Life
The Day I Will Not Awake...Is The Day I Accept My Self That I Am A Mistake
No Family To Visit...They Did Not Care...Nothing To Spare..Just Me And The Air
Time Passed Faster Then A Yawn...Alone When Born...And Alone When Gone
Author:Sin...
Death Unto Life...
The Bullet Coughs Back Out My Throat And Into The Gun
Hell? Been To One, And My Life Retracts To What My Mother Had Done
The Re-Opening Tomb Cast's Back To My Days In The Womb
These Dialiting Truth's Conquer Thoughts That Forever Stay In Doom
My Middle Age Was Drank Away With Outcast And Rage
Turn Back The Page And I Spent 26 Years In An Imprisoned Cage
That Knocks Me To Adult-Hood, And Being Famous? I Thought I Would
But Nobody Could Stop My Problem, Not Even Psyche Or Rehab Could
I Started As A Teen, Grasping Every Escape That Would Make Me Fien
Dramatizing My Life As Haunting, Just Like I Visualized In My Dreams
Because Before Substance Use, There Was Episodes Of Abuse
"You Will Always Lose!!" She Said, "There Will Be No Fuckin Truce!!!"
Reflections Of Being A Child, I Was Often Punished For Being "Wild"
The Anti-Care Of Parents Whose Kicking And Punching Were Merely Mild
All I Wanted Was Joy, To Sit At Home With Mommy And Play With Toy's
But Just Like When I Was In Diapers, She Would Rather Let Anger Deploy
My Mother Was Like No Other, When She Use To Leave Me In The Gutter
She Wanted A Daughter For My Sister, But Instead She Conceived A Brother
Im Just An Accident, I Was Never Loved, Never Even Fed From The Tit
Used To Being Hit, Thus Why Im Label'd One Of Societie's Misfits
Author:Haste...