UNSUNG LULLABY

20 ...years almost 25
Since this lungs were filled with the unclean air of humanity.
A child was born with no right hand,eleven fingers,a hairless scalp,blind eyes,and the ability to die whenever he likes to.His mom and dad fed him with gold,but never dared to touch him.they left him every single day,every single second.He was born to die.Removed from place to place,destroying his childhood.He learned to walk,but nobody was there to catch him when he falls.He learned to talk,but nobody was there to listen to his first word.A word that he doesnt even remember.His age is uneven,when he woke up he was eleven,then ,the other day,he was on his thirties.The gold and sugar ran out,now he was chained by society,fed him with loneliness and rejection.he puked for he is not comfortable with its taste,but there are no other options,he would starve.some hated him and some loved him,but in the end ,they would all leave.Everytime he looks at the mirror,he could see nothing,sometimes,he could see his reflection,but not his face,for the image was shifting every second.He fell inlove,but he was addicted to it.He was killed ,battered and scarred,but still he craved for more.Is he trying to cover his hole,his hunger,by covering the hole of other people,and yet he was empty,he ate what he could'nt swallow,he gave what he did'nt have.He cried,screamed and lied,but nobody was there.He lives in a house,not a home.
A symbol of hatred,he is.A walking outcast,a talking infected,a toy with feelings.a dead living thing.
Why did you chose to die in a rope?I could lend you a gun so that you could shoot yourself?Or if you want to be in style,I could slit your throat.Why ?A rope?


For ropes are used to kill traitors and liars.Used to stop the air,used to stop the ability to speak,for the words they were uttering were poison.
The creature learned ,every single day,


Mom?
Yes?
No,she did'nt answered,it was the air.A destroyer of someone else' future,he is.


"you are the reason for my failure"
"you are the reason for my failure"
"you are the reason for my failure"
"you are the reason for my failure"
"you are the reason for my failure"
"you are the reason for my failure"
"you are the reason for my failure"
"you are the reason for my failure"
FOR MY FAILURE.


The words from his lullaby that his mother sang when he was young.
He is hungry,but nobody was there to cook anymore,
he became a man,but nobody taught him the ways of survival.
And he is happy that nobody did..For him,NOBODY was his father ,always there to lighten things up.NOBODY was there to stop him from burning.


The creature learned to fantasize,for the things that reality could not offer,he made his world,and though he is in control of making his own fantasy,still,a defective world,he did created.
A house ,with no doors and windows,a simple one,for simplicity attracted his eyes,for he was blind.
His fist was swollen.In his world,all of the things could talk,and he was happy,though the sun sets at the east.His world was filled with holes,vultures and other lovely animals that he saw in his dreams....