..A Faceless Statistic..
Seems like it was only yesterday, these memories never existed..
My minds blistered from negative energies that left me twisted..
Patiently whispered to the priest, please lets make this quick..
Tears rolling down my cheeks, my anxiety makes me sick..
I’m tired but this is life, Id like to welcome you to my story..
Take a seat before me, listen to thunder while rains pouring..
I’m crawling, on hands and knees, just understand my deeds..
Soon as daddy planted the seeds, I was born a bad disease..
Not the way to handle it please, unwanted my parents left me..
In a homeless house for orphans, its haunting presence wrecked me..
I remember December 25th, was another day simply..
The house was so damn poor, Santa must a missed our chimney..
It hurt within me, so I escaped and became a street cat..
Emotions were trapped in sorrow, crying for days as I collapse..
Perhaps I wasn’t meant for this world, so un-attached..
I tried so hard to be kind, but never received the feeling back..
I was trapped on these cold streets, betrayed by men with a weapon..
Became another statistic, raped and killed by the age of seven..
Never knew about heaven, my innocents left me hopeless..
Staring out from an open casket, till its closed remaining soulless..
[Remaining soulless]
A single death is a tragedy, a million deaths is a statistic.
Joseph Stalin (1879 – 1953)
Dedicated to the thousands of nameless victims that die every day from the cold, corrupt nature of today’s society..