Beaten Not Forgotten

For BATTER or worse! Tired of facing this bat-less ball My life tied up and beaten to a pole, like the color black, the pain is endlessly Facing life with no possibility Facing life's judgment The envy of all matters A slave to my grave, with no redemption Gathering the lies and insults More powerful than a whip on my back A trap with no way to disown and burn the tree Falling far from - turnover tracks Forgetting who I am, feeling the flaws of my abnormality Finding comfort in a noose Suffocated by what seems to be dry air Tired of living a life under self-brutality Dying slow, darkness down a new path Now I see, there's no escape The more I see, the more I feel Hell's got my running plate My Beautiful beat but never forgotten soul That's how my story unfolds ~ S ~