Virgin Soul

To be or not to be will be my dying question will i ever be able to turn a persons head with but a mention of the name of my best friend Josh Denson will i ever be able to call myself a poetic legend i would die to release myself from this forever growing pain or from this constant hail and thunder that parades amongst the rain but from when will this last tear fall from the corner of my forever closed eye if the world is out to get me does that mean i'm destined to die where i'm from i'm raised to fight by the rules of an eye for an eye till we all lose our sight and are ready to fight blind may i rewind to the day of my birth when i first started to live with my curse as i am but a penny in gods tightly closed purse you see for me life as never been and never will be the life set to be lived so happily i told God of my ambitions as Lucifer grinned dont look at me for answers i'm but a poet in the wind the lord had me stopped before i even begin to share the depth of my biggest sin the thing they call life but why do there insults cut through me like a knife as i try to aim for a better place the rain makes a change from the spit in my face am i responsible for the problems of my race its funny the things you can achieve if using a bit of imagination my poetry is created to relieve you from the frustration you build up every day so read this extract of my mind and throw your problems away.